Just a quick little one shot with a different writing style. Rated T for torture and depressing thoughts.

Terry is 16 and Matt is 10.

Chapter 43: Batman Always Comes For His Robin

Terry could barely keep his eyes open as he watched the pool of scarlet beneath him gradually grow larger. His bound hands keeping him suspended on his tiptoes were the only thing keeping him upright. He gave one last tug on the chain keeping him suspended by the support beam stretched across the ceiling before sighing into the knotted cloth tied around his mouth.

He'd lost count of the number of cuts, welts, and burns his broken body received. Ribs were broken. Terry knew he had a concussion as well. But, it was okay because Matt escaped. There was no way in hell Terry was going to let these bastards take his little brother too. No way.

Secret identity be damned the second they put a hand on Matt. He'd taken down three of them before he was drugged. But, it was okay because Matt was safe and sound with Bruce and Damian.

It was just supposed to be a quick trip. Just a simple trip to Dubai. Bruce was just going to sign some papers, take some photos, cut the ribbon on the new international Wayne a quick weekend trip. All he and Matt had to do was stand there and smile while Bruce and Damian did all the work. And now Terry was suspended like a prized turkey while the men around him shoved a camera in face before inflicting some kind of torture.

Terry weakly shook his head as one of them lifted an iron rod from the fire pit. Oh God. They were going to brand him. Tear welled up in his eyes as the cloth absorbed the muffled screams. The hot iron slowly ate away at the flesh before it was taken away all of a sudden.

The two men were on the ground. Whether they were dead or not, he didn't know. He could only focus on the concerned eyes staring up at him. A gloved hand gently rested on his cheek for a moment before the gag was pulled out of his mouth.

"D-damian, h-help me, Don't… don't leave me," Terry hoarsely whimpered.

Damian swiped a tear from his younger brother's face before softly replying, "I am going to get you out of here."

A strong arm wrapped around Terry's waist to brace the teen before Damian reached up with his free hand to pick the lock. The lock opened with a click as Terry sagged into his older brother's grip.

And then they were moving. Damian's arm wrapped itself around Terry's waist tightly as he hauled Terry's left arm over his shoulder before he was lifted into a fireman's carry. Terry could barely focus as he was carried out into a world of flames and manhandled into a hummer.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Damian crouched before him. Blood. Crimson slowly leaked through a wound on Damian's side. Before Terry could even say anything, Damian gently clamped a hand over his mouth and shook his head. That's when he heard the voices belonging to the monsters who'd abducted him to try and get something from Bruce.

Something must have happened to the car. They must have shot Damian. And now they were close. Terry couldn't fight much less run. This was it. There was no way he could get out of it but Damian could still get away. He'd already saved his younger brother may as well save his older brother too.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Terry mouthed, "Go. Leave me."

Damian did not look the least bit amused as he pulled Terry to his feet just as the voices began to slip away from their location. Terry whispered, "I'm not going to make it. Just go-"

Damian harshly grunted, "Shut up and save your strength," as he hauled his brother to his feet.

"Please. They're going to find us and-"

"I am going to get you out of this. I am not going to leave you," Damian promised just as Terry blacked out again.

The next time he woke up everything was white. Who knew Heaven would smell like bleach and blood? Wait. Bandages covered his battered wrists. An iv slowly dripped into his arm. A small hand was slowly squeezing his.

"S'okay, Matty," Terry croaked, slowly squeezing Matt's hand back.

Bruce was suddenly beside him holding a cup of cool water to his chapped lips. "Take it slowly, son."

Terry obeyed just as his eyes landed on Damian silently hovering in the corner like a shadow. Bruce pulled the cup away before promising, "Everything is going to be okay. You're safe now."

The next few hours were filled with doctors in and out, random bouts of consciousness, Bruce stroking his hair, Matt holding his hand, and phone calls from his three other brothers along with their families, even Dean had been worried. During one of those times, Terry had woken up with only Damian in the room.

He'd blame it on the pain medication later as tears threatened to fall as he whispered, "You came for me."

"I told you I would get you out of there."

"What-"

"You were held hostage and tortured by a group of terrorists for seven days, who wanted to extract money from Father to help fuel a potential war. Yes, Matthew escaped and alerted Father and I immediately. No, he was not harmed. Yes, I was shot. I spent two days trying to cross the border back to safety while carrying you practically the entire time. Should anyone ask, you remember nothing. It would be best if we never spoke of this matter again."

"How did you find me?"

Damian looked away before quietly muttering, "It doesn't matter now. Batman always comes for his Robin."