The Labyrinth

Chapter 9: Testing? Testing? Is This Meta On?

Then a cold hand was placed on his lower back, his way lower back. Dick yelped and moved away from the unwanted touch, but another hand clasped onto his shoulder and forced him to sit still. The hand dipped lower, it was starting to really scare Dick, if he went any lower...

The hand breached his pants and Dick started to struggle, not caring anymore about any punishment that might be doled out.

"Hmm, no extended tailbone." Dr. Kurr hummed in his ear and the hand pulled away as the man wrote another something on the clipboard.

Dick gasped heavily for air, tucking his wings closer over his back like a shield to prevent any more touches like that. He wrenched his clenching hands from holding the edge of the table, finding his arms shaking. Dick gulped dryly and tucked his limbs close, hunching and lifting his legs just in case the man wanted to touch his front. Dick was NOT going to allow that, not even for a second.

Was he done yet? Dick wanted to leave, he wanted to get away from this man, even Dr. Quinn was better than this man.

"Oh don't clam up on me now, we're almost done." The scientist huffed, then sat on the floor.

Dick's eyebrows furrowed, still feeling in danger of any touches from this man.

The man reached for his foot and Dick debating kicking him. The hand grabbed his ankle and pulled, Dick relented and decided he wouldn't do anything drastic until the need came. The scientist was focused on his foot for some reason.

Dick actually couldn't feel much, he knew Dr. Kurr's hand was cold, and while he could feel the hand on his foot he couldn't feel the cold. Then the hand started going up his calf and Dick tried to yank away. His pants only went down to the tops of his knees, Dick refused to let the man get close enough to get past his pants again.

Dr. Kurr glared at him but released the leg, moving on to the next one. Again the same process was repeated, ending with the question "Can you feel my hand?"

Dick nodded because yes, he could feel his hand.

"But you can't feel how cold it is can you?" He continued, that when Dick took note of this guy's hair. It was tinged green, and for some reason long. Weren't scientists supposed to be all about cleanliness in the lab?

Anyway, Dick shook his head, but the man frowned.

"Clarify, little bird."

Dick was really starting to hate that nick name, it made him feel tense. "No... I-I can't feel t-the cold."

The man nodded deeply as if expecting the answer, he let the foot go and stood up in front of the child. Dick felt panicky again, this guy was way too close. "Give me an arm."

Dick hesitated for a second but unraveled to place his right arm in the man's waiting hand. The man's hands were big around his wrist, gliding up his forearm and up to his shoulder. Dick flinched when he tried to go up to his neck, his shoulder coming up and head going down to impede the seeking hand.

"Arms seem unchanged, you were an acrobat yes? So all of this muscle was already here." The man muttered, just close enough for the ten year old to hear. He nodded in response but realized the man was moving on, he didn't really need his answer.