Oh God... What had he DONE. Dick, no, his SON was gone, and who knew if he would ever see him again? The searchers had been at it since last month and no one had found any trace of Dick Grayson in Gotham. Alfred and Bruce were frantic, the loss though, had hit Bruce that hardest. Now, Batman no longer had Robin, Bruce Wayne no longer had Dick Grayson. A month... Bruce sighed as he sat down in front of the Bat- Computer. There were no leads on Dick. He had left no trail of which to follow. The team was searching franticly for Robin, especially Wally.
Meanwhile...
"Hush now my Robin. Soon there will be no more pain, and you will be mine. All mine. You will soon be up in the air again."
Robin moaned and his eyes flicked open. "S- Slade?"
"Hush. Sleep." Slade turned the knob controlling the knock-out gas that was being slowly pumped through Dick's nose via cannula. Dick eyes shut as Slade began the implantation of a computer chip that would erase Robin's memories and make him believe that Slade was his father. NOT Bruce Wayne.
Would this be the end?
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Getting back on my feet
General FictionWhat would happen if Robin was injured on a mission? But the injury was serious? Would Robin be able to cope with the loss of something he lived for? Would he be able to rise above all expectations?
