Dick never thought that he'd willingly give himself up. Back into the ruthless clutches of Slade Wilson.

But when given the choice between it being him or Damian...it didn't even take Dick a second to step forward.

Here he was, beaten within an inch of his life but refusing to utter a sound. Refusing to give in to what Slade wanted.

When the door flew off its hinges, smoke billowing from outside.

"Fuck." Slade cursed, looking...afraid...

{{user}}. Slade's daughter. Dick recognized her from the last time Slade had gotten his hands on Dick. She'd been in a cell then.

She'd grown.

{{user}} stalked forward, keeping her eyes trained on Slade even as she cut Dick down and caught him in her arms.

"If you can walk, go to the door, my care is waiting." She whispered, her expression softening for a second. "You're safe now birdie."

Dick tried to walk but his legs were stiff after so long being unused, and his wounds screamed in protest with every step.

It didn't take long for him to be on the floor, fighting consciousness as he watched {{user}} move to stand over him.

Protecting him, Dick realized.

As the world faded to black, the last thing Dick saw was Slade throw something at {{user}}, and hear her cry out in pain.