Shadow

Rescue?

AN- Okay. First things first! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! So many views!!!!! SWEETNESS!!!

Anyway.

So. I know I haven't updated so sorry but I have school, which is terrible but you know. It's a part of life. Moving on.

This chapter will probably be terrible or wonderful. No in between.
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I also realized that I didn't put enough emphasis on Dick's 5 year torment so his character may change a little bit. Sorry.

On with it already.

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"Bring him to me, Caped Crusader, and nothing will be done to you for the time being! Release the traitor, or be killed!" The voice of Dick's great uncle, only by blood and no other way what so ever, echoed across the cavern.

Bruce looked toward the sound, but quickly looked back at the young man in front of him. The small, fragile boy was shaking so bad the cot started to rock unsteadily. Tears forced their way down his cheeks without his knowing. Richard seemed to be locked in his own little world, but instead of a blank face that the mind control forced, his face convey so many emotions. Fear, sadness, torment, loneliness. The one that stuck out most to him was the fear.

Richard had already gotten away from him all those years ago. It would not happen again.

"Richard, look at me." Bruce gently grabbed the boy's damp chin so he would look him in the eye. "I'll never let them take you again. You'll never go back. Never."

This only helped a little to clenched the used-to-be acrobat's fear.

Suddenly, things were happening fast. Too fast for anyone's liking.

A group of about fifteen surrounded the pair in seconds. All of their faces were covered by gold and black owlish masks. Their hands held sharpened claws, ready to strike on command. The leader, William Cobb, stepped forward toward the duo, his white strands shining out of his thick black hair, and dressed in a talon uniform but instead of the usual mask, he wore a domino colered mask. getting almost in arms reach of Richard, before Bruce protectively stepped between them.

Cobb's eyes burned with rage behind his lenses, and his expression fell to one that match. "You will hand the filth over or you shall be executed."

Bruce response was expected but not taken kindly by its audience. "You will never touch him again! Get out before I make you!"

A sadistic smirk appeared on the ruthless man's wrinkled face. "Then we shall take him by force. And you will be dealt with accordingly. You will learn to never mess with the court. Talons!"

Their moves were fast but Bruce was faster. He quickly scooped the still shaking teen into his arms and ran as far away as possible. Bruce didn't know exactly where to but he knew that the cave was no longer safe, and they needed to get OUT. But where?

Sadly, he didn't make it that far. Three claw stabbed into his back, causing to yell in surprise and fall to the ground, dropping Richard onto the cold, stone, cave floor. Said young man looked terrified. Frozen in fear. He looked at him in horror when his savior yelped,

He couldn't go back. Batman couldn't be hurt. Then he'd have go back to them.

"Batman!" He shouted, his voice quivering like his lean form. "Please, GET UP!"

His cries were answered as Bruce pushed himself up to fight. Fight for this scared little boy. Fight for his future. He had to protect it from these vicious assassins.