Getting back on my feet

Chapter 3

Robin awoke to the beep beep of a heart monitor. [beep] [beep] [beep] he pried his eyes open and instantly shut them due to the blinding white light shining above him. "Dude." 'wally must've been standing over him', Robin thought. he lay still, and heard Wally walk away, thinking he was still asleep. then, he opened his eyes. He was lying in the medical bay in Mount Justice. as he glanced around, he realized that he was alone now.  Where's Batman? he thought. He pushed himself up on his arms and swung himself over the edge of his bed using only his arms. Instantly, when his legs hit the floor, he crumpled to the ground. why can't I stand he thought, confused, he felt himself blacking out. Robin lay his head onto the floor, and fell asleep.

"Master Dick, Master Dick, are you awake?" Alfred's voice worked it's way into his head. He moaned, shifted, and fell back asleep.

the next  time he awoke, he was in his room in Wayne Manor. As he looked around, he glanced down at himself. He was clad in a plain white t-shirt, and black sweat pants. no mask, but he was in Wayne Manor after all. He tried to stand, and realized something as he lay on the ground. I can't feel my legs... he gasped as this horrifying information hit him all at once. I'm never gonna walk again, never gonna go on missions, never going to swing on the trapeaze wires, never going to run around with Wally. He began to cry on the ground. Pitiful, his mind said, you are crying on the ground, is this something ROBIN would do? But I'm not Robin anymore... he thought back to himself miserably.As he looked up, he saw a wheelchair in the corner of the room. He dragged himself towards it and pulled his body onto the cool leather. As he rolled out of the room, he realized that Bruce wouldn't want him anymore. He was useless. So that day, he rolled around his room, grabbed all of the posessions he wanted, stuffed them into his backpack, slung that onto his wheelchair, and left. A note on his bed said the following,

Dear Bruce,

I know that I can't do anything for you anymore, so I've left. Don't try to come after me. By the time 

you read this, I'll be long gone. Thanks for the wheelchair. At least I didn't have to drag myself out of 

here. That wouldn't be aster at all. Thanks for everything. Thanks for always being there for me, and 

for taking me in when Tony Zucco killed my parents. You were there for a reason, God put you in that 

show for a reason. I hope you learned something from me, just like I learned something from 

you.Thank you Tati, I will always remember you.

                                                                                           Love,

                                                                                                     Richard Jonathan Grayson (Dick)