As Dick got on his knees, it suddenly hit him. 'The gun from that thug! It must have done something after all!' Various situations rapidly went through his mind, was it possible that it was a left over weapon from the Joker, or maybe even one of Deathstroke's unique weapons. Dick tried to rise to his feet, but it proved to be too much for him. He fell to the ground just as he blacked out.
The next thing Dick knew, he was waking up in darkness. Panicking, he tried to move and found that he couldn't move in anyway shape or form. It was like his body wouldn't respond to him, he even tried screaming for help; yet nothing could be heard.
Suddenly light started to flood his location. And the next thing he knew, a hand was reaching out to grab him.
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