Bruce looked out the window of his mansion to see if Dick was coming. "That's it! I'm going to look for him, Alfred! He's been out there for more than one hour." Bruce said.
"Sir, he may feel as if you have been too over-protective of him. Why don't you wait a little longer and if he doesn't come back in another thirty minutes you should worry then, but he is a very trustworthy boy. I am sure he just go side tracked and will be here soon," Alfred consulted.
"Well if you see him tell him I went on patrol and that he should take the day off,"Bruce told the Engishman. He nodded and Bruce went up to the clock and went through the elevator.
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Dick awoke in a dark room. Not his bedroom in Wayne Manor, but a dark cell, with a metal bunk bed and he was chained to, he had no shirt on and was freezing. He struggled to get away from the chains, but they restricted his movement. There was no way to escape. Deathstroke came in. "By now I bet you are wondering what you are doing in here. Let me ease your worry. I have been searching all over the earth for someone to be my protege! My Apprentice! Lucky for me, Ra's al Ghul found the perfect candidate! Someone who has lost someone they cared about, someone who has secrets that are too hard to ever speak of, someone like you!"
"Why would I ever work for you! You must know who I am!" Dick said struggling for his arms to be released.
"Of course, the bat's little bird!" Deathstroke nodded. "I know everything about you, Grayson!"
"Don't call me that!" Dick said.
"I can do whatever I want to you, Apprentice! You are mine. Do you know what an Apprentice calls their mentor?" Dick didn't answer. "You are to kneel in my presence and only address me as Master!"
"Do you think I am going to help you, willingly?" Dick hissed at Slade.
"Do you not understand? I am your master, Apprentice. You will do what I say, willingly or unwillingly!" Deathstroke said. "And until then, you will stay here and rot for all I care!" Deathstroke growled. "So? Do we have a deal?"
Dick turned his head.
Deathstroke snorted and walked out, slamming the door of the cell. "No food then!"
Dick felt like crying, he didn't have his Robin outfit with that utility belt. I can't handle myself without Batman's help, I am a failure. Maybe I should just rot in here then, Dick thought. He hung his head. Because of how high the chains were holding him up, he could not lie down, so he just hung limp and fell asleep. He justo hoped that in the morning, he would wake up and everything would just be a horrible, horrible nightmare.

So? How did you like it. I know the chapters are short. I'm the type of writer who makes a lot of short chapters. Sorry if that bugs you!
-Ladybugbeetle100