Recruiting Nightwing

Go for the heart (WARNING)

(A/N: Hello dear readers, I think I should put a warning on this chapter because of the disturbing contents of it, like corpses and mental breakdowns! So if you're uncomfortable reading that I'm sorry!)

*Dick pov. *

Dick couldn't remember when he passed out, hell he couldn't even remember what happened after Slade beat him while he was already suffering from those stupid probes.

When he was finally able to open his painfully heavy eyes, but that didn't help him a bit to locate himself. Because even though he was laying on the floor he couldn't see any walls or ceiling, as if he was trapped in some kind of void.

Suddenly he got an idea, what if this was a mindscape set up by a telepath. He tried to block his thoughts and put up walls like how Bruce had trained him, but there was nobody here in this place but him.

After trying again and again he eventually gave up, maybe this was a maze set up by Slade.

He groaned while standing up, his whole body protesting against the idea. Carefully he walked around, his eyes glued to the floor to see some type of trace of trail.

After some time, he finally found a trail, although he should be happy about it, he couldn't. The trail wasn't footsteps or something like that, no the trail was blood. He hoped it was his own blood.

He followed it until he reached a door, the weird thing was the door was just there, nothing behind it and nothing next to it, as there were no walls.

"Just great as if I needed another creepy adventure." said Dick sarcastically, using humour to hide how nervous he actually was.

He opened the door and step inside, his hand didn't leave the handle of the door. But as almost his whole body was inside the room the handle disappeared from his hand together with the door and the old void.

'Maybe Deathstroke switched from an evil assassin to a sorcerer, I mean big career change but it's Deathstroke, he's known for extremely extra.' Dick thought as he looked around.

Instead of a void with nothing but a bloodied floor, he was in a room with walls now. The room was narrow and quite long apparently as he couldn't so the end of the room.

He started walking forward hoping that when he reached the end of the room, he might find a way out.

As he continued walking the walls kept becoming narrower, he eventually he had to start walking side ways to squeeze himself through the passage way.

Finally had he reached the end of the kind off hallway. He stepped into a new room where everything was dark, as he couldn't see a thing. Not only had he lost the ability to see but he couldn't move or speak. The only thing he felt was some hot liquid staining his hands.

"Dick stop!" someone yelled out.

Dick recognised that voice, of course he did it belonged to his beloved little brother Tim. What did he had stop?

"Goldie stop it you're hurting me!" Now instead of Tim yelling the voice was replaced with Jasons.

Dick wanted to call out to them he wanted to ask them if they were alright, but he couldn't. The hot liquid kept on flowing all over him making him even more uncomfortable.

"Grayson what the hell do you think you're doing!" Damian.

"Dick, why?" Cass, she had never sounded so little and hurt.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Duke.

"I thought we were friends..." Barbara, she sounded so hurt.

"C'mon I thought we were a family..." Steph.

Dick wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to hug his loved ones, but he couldn't.

"Nightwing, you've failed all of us." Bruce, why did he say in the same way when he talked to the Joker.

The voices started to become louder and louder, they started to repeat themselves. It was becoming way too much for him.

Quiet suddenly everything was quiet. The light returned and Dick could finally see. But what he saw made him want to claw his eyes out.

He was standing before demetallized bodies, who were barely recognisable.

He screamed, finally. He sunk to his knees before the pile of bodies. Well, they weren't just some corpses but they were his family, his loved ones. And he was the one who killed them.

The hot liquid wasn't just a liquid, but it was blood. Not his blood but the blood of the people who he loved so much. He was their killer.

Another scream released his throat and tears started spilling. He was so upset that forgot where he was and who had taken him.

*Deathstroke pov. *

Slade smirked as he heard the screams of his future apprentice. He had finally succeeded in breaking the poor bird, after all he went for the heart.

He stood up from his seat by his computer to check how his little bird was doing. He couldn't help but smile proudly as he eyed his work.

Nightwing was in some type of capsule that made him feel, see and hear things that weren't real. Although the machine was still a work in process, his experiment had been more successful than any telepath he had ever met.

His apprentice didn't stop screaming and crying. Deathstroke would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. He pushed a button and the screaming/crying stopped. Nightwing wasn't thrashing around anymore and was just slouched over.

He groaned as he heard his deafening security alarms playing. That b*tch Chesire must've told those hero brats where his hideout was and those little brats told the bats.

He sighed and walked over to his monitor. Their ship was Martian it appears, normally it wouldn't be detected by the sensors, but after his encounter with Martian Manhunter he had found a way to locate Martian stealth technology by using hyper sound waves.

He knew if he escaped with the little bird the heroes would be able to catch way quicker but if he stayed here, they would with way too many for him to fight alone.

His decision was made quicker than he thought he would, he was staying here. No one is allowed to take his apprentice from him.

(A/N: I hope you kinda enjoyed this chapter, there won't be a lot more as this fic is almost done. Please tell me what you think about it! Constructive critisism is highly requested! 😁 )