Dick had revealed his identity to you, and it was all going well for a while. The relationship felt... more trustworthy now that you knew who he really was.

This really isn't that bad, he thought.

But one day when he came back from parol, you weren't in the room.

Dick immediately started worrying, he called you over and over but it just sent to voicemail.

He suddenly got a call, he immediately recognized the voice. Deathstroke.

"What do you want? I thought I was done with you." Nightwing said, his tone cautious.

"What do I want? No, no. Dick, it's about what you need. Your little girlfriend." Deathstroke replied, his tone calm.

Dick felt a rush of panic go through him, "Slade, I swear to f*cking God, if anything happens to her, I'll kill you with my own bare hands." He said viciously.

"My, my... I seemed to have struck a nerve. Meet me at our spot if you want her alive." Deathstroke replied, mockery filling his tone.

"Alive!? What do you mean by that?" Dick asked, panicked

"You'll find out." Slade replied and hung up.

Nightwing knew what he meant, and got ready for what was coming.

He just hoped you were okay.