Only So Much.

Not Whelming At All

Voila! The next chapter! So I may have the plot a bit since I started. But hey, who doesn't? I think it's still going to be awesome, but I am the author, I'm supposed to think that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Dick woke up tied to a chair.

So new! So original, let's kidnap Robin, because he hasn't already been kidnapped at least 87 times before.

He wondered if his sunglasses were still on his face, before remembering that he'd slipped a mask on his face before leaving the Mountain. He felt the soft fabric covering his eyes and relaxed slightly.

Where am I? Probably a warehouse. It's usually a warehouse.

As he contemplated his situation, the lights flickered on and he saw a figure standing in front of him.

And it's a warehouse. Why is it always a warehouse? Honestly...

The figure in front of him was wearing an orange and black uniform, with a blade at his side.

Dick recognized the man standing in front of him as Deathstroke.

"Glad you could join me, Bat Brat."

As Deathstroke spoke, he slapped the small bird across the face. Harder than He'd been slapped before.  Usually the pain faded quickly, but not this time. It lingered in form of a red hand print on his cheek.

Deathstroke leaned down towards Robin and whispered harshly, "I'm sick and tired of the heroes winning. Especially when that hero is a mere boy. When that boy and his pals land a villain in prison, you've got to wonder how they did it. You aren't special. You're a speck on the fabric of time, you mean nothing!"

He accentuated the 'nothing' with another slap to the bird's face.

"You know, you aren't a very whelming guy. You should work on that."

Deathstroke's mistake was leaving Robin's feet unbound. Because of this, the Boy Wonder was able to land a kick in the man's side, effectively knocking him over. He snickered as he hit the floor with a thud.

"You. Insufferable. Little. Brat."

Robin shrugged, " I've been called worse."

"Just you wait, you'll feel worse. So much worse."

Behind his mask, Dick was terrified, but he hid it well.

Deathstroke pulled out a knife slowly.

"You'll be punished. Harshly."

Robin tried to move backwards, but the chair was apparently bolted to the floor.

His voice came out in a whisper, quiet enough so the man in front of him couldn't hear him, "No. Not again."

The man hesitated before grabbing enough rope to tie the bird's ankles to the chair legs.

Robin squirmed, trying to prevent him from holding him in place. But Deathstroke caught his legs and bound them one at a time.

Once he'd finished, he picked up his knife again and held the Boy Wonder's left wrist down as he trailed the tip across his forearm. He didn't press hard enough even to scratch the bird, just trying to decide where to start. Then he stopped. But not long as the cruel adult plunged the blade into the flesh just above Robin's wrist, eliciting a heart wrenching scream from his mouth. Deathstroke twisted the blade slightly, cutting deeper and making Robin scream louder than he already was.

He pulled the blade from his wrist and slashed off the bonds on the boy's right wrist, letting him hold his bloody, emaciated hand with the other.

Deathstroke proceeded to remove the rest of the bird's bonds before disappearing into the darkness above, knowing that Robin was too weak to follow.

Dick collapsed off the chair, trembling and clutching his wrist for dear life. Tears dripped off his face as bad memories presented themselves to the fore front of his mind.

The Joker hurting him in ways he could never have previously thought possible, this injury was rather mild when compared to the scars covering his body. Harley and that crazy clown had left their signature all over him, with scars that read 'Harley and Joker' in a heart, 'Ha Ha Ha' and so many others that it was impossible to count them all.

The pain that he was put through over and over again became not only physical torture, but psychological as it brought more agonizing memories forward each time.

He fell asleep on the concrete to the sound of his own quiet sobs.