Taken

Batman's unholy glare

The young justice slowly started coming to, and all of them felt the same weakness as Kauldur did. Connor healed rather quickly, and so Did Wally, but that didn't stop the after affects thwy felt at the moment.

  "I feel like I ran around the world a  hundred times." Wally mumbled, looking around the room. "What even happened? All I remember was us walking into the fog, and then a pain in my neck like a thousand needles, before everything went black." He said, slowly standing on shaking feet.

  Kauldur on the other hand glared at the small blood pile in front of him that was already starting to dry up. "It was Deathatroke." He explained.

  "What do you mean?" Wally asked.

  "I came to as the fog started to clear and when I opened my eyes... I saw Robin lying on the floor unconscious. Deathstroke was standing above him before he bent down and collected Robin." Kauldur explained, trying to get feeling back into his hands.

  They heard footsteps rushing towards them, and they all started to get into a fighting stance, until they saw familiar faces.

  "Uh, guys! What happened? We lost connection with you for ten minutes. We tried to get here as soon as possible, but something was preventing us from getting in." Artemis said, lowering her bow she had raised. That's when she noticed the failure and horror on their faces. "What happened?"

  Wally slammed his fist into the ground, glaring. "Dick was taken. This was all a trap to get him here." He spat.

  "Oh no... what are we going to do?" She asks, clear pain in her voice.

  "We need to go back and report in. This is a matter for both teams." Kauldur explained, slowly standing up.

  "Batman is.... well... we are dead." Wally joked, before they started towards the bio ship. M'gaan was still knocked out, Connor was the one to gather her as they walked into the ship, hoping it would take them home without the help of M'gaan. Thankfully they ship understood and started for the mountain.

  Everyone was silent, all glaring out the window or at their palms. M'gaan woke up about 15 minutes into the flight and was caught up to speed on what exactly went down. Everyone knew this wasn't going to be an easy debriefing.

  Once they made it to the mountain and came out of the ship, they stopped in their tracks when they saw all of the JLA talking. They knew they were screwed.

  "What are you guys doing back so soon?" Green arrow asked, making the rest of them look over to see the team walking in.

  Batman instantly scowled. "What happened? Your team isn't supposed to be back until midnight." He snapped.

  Kauldur stepped forward, meeting Batman' s gaze. "We ran into a problem." He explained. When Batman remained silent, he continued. "It was a set up. All of it."

  "A set up for what?" The flash asked.

  "We had a plan, we worked together, but it just want enough." Wally explained.

  Batman stood in front of them, his glare sending chills down most of their spines. "What happened?" He demanded.

  Kauldur looked away, not willing to look him in the eyes. "We got a report from Dick's homemade device saying a robbery was taken place close by. We had a good plan and everything was going great, until it proceeded. It was an ambush." He paused clearing his throat. "We were injected with Some thing that made us pass out and not able to move very well. Most of the team was passed out, except for Dick who was last to come in. I don't know what happened but when I came to, Dick was passed out. He looked as if he was knocked out. Deathstroke gathered him up and threw him over his shoulder. He turned to me and said that Dick was under his care now." He finished.

  He risked a glance up at Batman who looked downright murderous. It made even Connor shiver at the look Batman had on his face. He turned and walked away stiffly, no one walking after him, everyone stood glued to their spots.

  "That was... almost unholy the way he looked at everyone." Wally joked, letting a sigh release.

  "What does Deathstroke want with Dick anyways?" Canary asked.

  "Probably to make him a part of the evil team. Or to keep us in check, either way we need to rescue him.... but where do we even start?" Wally asked.

  Green arrow folded his arms. "Let Bats cool off, then we will figure out a plan. In the meantime, go see if there is anything that can help us at the moment." He said.

  The team nodded, before dispersing.

  *an abandoned Junkyard*

  Dick groaned awake, his head pounding in his ears as he slowly turned over to his stomach, trying desperately to get up. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he looked up and noticed he was in the back seat of a broken down van. He rubbed his eyes and instantly felt something was off.

  His mask was missing.

  He gasped and jumped up looking down to see his gloves and utility belt were missing as well. He looked around until his eyes landed on a familiar mask looking back at him in the rearview mirror. It was Deathstroke.

  "If you are Richard Grayson, does this make Batman Bruce Wayne?" He asked.

  Dick only glared at him.

  Deathstroke chuckled. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. You are to much of a prize." He said, before opening the door and getting it. Dick walked him move to the back door, opening it. He waited there for a moment. Dick knew what he was doing and decided to follow, wondering what exactly he was getting at. Dick slid out of the van and was met with the junkyard of Gotham.

  "Bad guys hang out in the junkyard? Since when is this the master corporation?" Dick joked when he saw Sportsmaster standing by a broken down truck.

  Deathstroke continued to walk forward, and Dick on the other hand hesitated for a moment, waiting for him to get a few more feet away before scanning the area for an exit. His eyes stopped at the front gate.

  He smirked.

  He took off towards the exit, not risking a look back, and headed for the front of the junkyard. When he got close, he felt a sharp pain go up  his arm  causing him to lose his footing and slam to the ground. He looked down to see he hand two small silver bracelets on his wrists. He looked up to see Deathstroke didn't move from his spot and instead was facing away from him, holding up a ring on his finger. He turned it and Dick felt the pain again, causing his back to arch and his scream to fill the air. When Deathstroke turned it again, Dick was on his back, staring at the Gray sky, panting insanely hard.

  Deathstroke appeared into his vision. "Running is a mistake. I said I wasn't going to hurt you. What I should have said was I'm not going to hurt you if  you follow orders."

  He bent down and grabbed Dick's arm, and stood him up. "Now follow me." He said.

  Dick bit his lip, looking down at his arms before sucking in a pained breath and reluctantly followed. He just hoped it didn't persist and that his team will rescue him before something worse happens.

A/N: hey y'all, been a while! Sorry for not updating. Had writers block but I did a prompt on my tumblr and instantly broke my wall. So expect more updates! Sorry for the lack of updates, guys!! I promise it won't be as long of a wait!