His screams shattered the silence into sweet shards that please the viewers, or rather the inflictors of said pain. They get such a fucking high from stuff like this, from hearing his suffering.

All he wants is to be a kid again. A healthy, normal kid with a warm home, nice parents, a group of friends that have his back instead of stabbing it.

What a fucking joke, the idea of normalcy. How do you even define normal, because for him... this is... normal.

"What a good but this one was, his old man said that he was sick or some other shit like that, but come on..." A slender man said as he slurred, the scent of alchohol intoxicating and radiating off of him. "He looks pretty damn good from here. A little bony, but that's alright."

The experiment continues deep into the night, the cries stopped though, all that was left was an exhausted boy strapped to a cold, metal operating table with a sickening green mixture in a vile and syringe beside him.

The cocktail was already making it's way through his system, but the remnants of the liquid were still there.

He didn't care anymore, everyone called him a beast all his life and now they were right... he was a literal animal that should be placed in a safe until needed....

**Time skip**

"Hey, are you coming or what?" A dark haired boy called out as he waited for his friend to catch up.

"Of course I'm coming dude, now let's go!" The green boy said as he fixed up his sweater and ran off with his friend... his real friend.

A/N: end of the very short chapter

Sorry for the short chapter, hope you guys like it. The next one will be longer. Sorry for any spelling errors!

Now for the choice of Robin... I can either do any of the main four, I'm leaning towards Damian because that way I can throw in Red hood and Nightwing into the story because I adore both of them!

Tell me what you think!