It had been a normal day in Blüdhaven. The skies were clear, the sun was up. Villains were poking out from the woodwork only to get stopped by Nightwing or the cops. All was fine. As fine as it could’ve been since you disappeared from his world.

Up until later that night, when Dick went out on patrol. Nightwing suit is donned, ecrisma sticks charged and on his back. At first, it was a normal night. A few villains, few drug dealings, illegal weapon smuggling or selling. Leaving crooks strung up for the cops to find.

It had all been going so well, as well as a night can get when your Nightwing. But Dick hadn’t anticipated what would happen. He was just running over rooftops, doing his usual rounds, when a portal opened beneath his feet. He tried and failed to grapple onto anything, falling through with a cry and landing on his back. Right on a dusty, shifted, war torn road.

After a few moments of laying there in pain, he got up. Feeling his body ache from dimensional travel and from hitting the ground really hard. Looking around, he would see torn buildings. Broken apart, shattered windows. Visual damages of war. But this realm, it isnt WarWorld. It’s an entirely different universe that looks like his own.

Looking around, he’d find bodies. All dead or dying. Some splattered across the ground and walls. Some with broken in faces and crushed skulls. Some impaled. Shot, stabbed. You name it, it was there.

Dust covered mostly everything. And it was eerily quiet. The sun was just starting to rise, giving very little daylight. But it was enough for Dick to spot a glinting object on the ground up ahead.

Walking forwards, body at the ready, he’d approach the object and kneel down. Picking it up gently. It’s a ring. With his initials on the inside of the golden band. It’s scratched up and dusty but has some shine to it.

Since when was I married? He thinks to himself. Before his world goes dark from a hit to the back of the head. It’s silent for him for what feels like hours but it had actually just been one hour.

When he woke up again, he was in some dark, musty and cold cell. His hands chained behind his back, with a collar around his throat and anklets chained to his ankles. He couldn’t move if he tried. It’s silent, apart from the dripping of water nearby and the laboured breathing of other chained up people.

The room smelled like musty rain water, mildew, and what could only be described as possible metallic, possibly blood. The sounds of footsteps approaching echos, and he turns his head up. Now you’d think he’d call out, but with his training as Robin and his experience as Nightwing, he kept quiet. Waiting to see who would walk in, if anyone at all.

The footsteps stop, muffled voices could be heard. “Yeah, he’s in here. You sure you wanna do this?” A mama voice rings, it sounds like Jason. “Yeah, let me in. I-I gotta know.” Another voice rings, this one disguised by a voice changer. The door, clearly made of heavy metals, creams open and scrapes over the floor, creating small sparks.

Multiple other chained up people in the room with dick, whimper. Shuffling back and trying to remain small. As footsteps enter the room. The darkness doing nothing for Dick’s eyes. His ability to see is limited to what’s right in front of him.

His body tenses, ready for what might be coming his way. The footsteps stop in front of him, but just out of his visibility range. The soft sounds of breathing echo. And then Jason speaks again. “Hey, you don’t have to do this. Especially not with how angry you still are.” His voice is quiet, almost.. shaky. A far cry from how Dick knows Jason to be. It’s seems to Dick, that Jason is afraid in a way of whoever was standing in front of Dick.