Fly Away

Chapter 5

R P.O.V

I have to creep through the alleys looking as inconspicuous as possible. It would cause some people to ask questions about why Richard Grayson is limping, beaten and bleeding through an alley, also this is Gotham I could be kidnaped for ransom, or robbed.

I get home and no one is there except Alfred who is taking one of the few naps he gets, it seems as if that man never sleeps yet is constantly moving around. How Alfred does these things I will never fully understand

Quietly so as to not wake Alfred, (he somehow hears everything) I sneak down to the cave; I have to take the elevator due to my injury's, which have made every little movement I attempt to make extremely painful. When I get down to the cave I limp over to the med bay, plop down on a gurney, and start tending to my wounds as to the best of my ability, which in my opinion is pretty good seeing my condition.

As I treat them I take a mental list of my wounds; sprained wrist, nosebleed, multiple cuts, fractured shin, three broken ribs, two broken toes, one broken finger, dislocated wing, and a broken ulna in my wing.(the bone that takes the most weight in the wing) all my brain can rationalize at this time is ow.

I take some painkillers and realize that, I can't take this anymore another beating like this and it could be worse. I am so sick of being booth physically and verbally abused at school. This incident just took this abuse to a new level.

I put up with so much, too much in my opinion since coming home and heading straight to the cave to treat wounds has become as normal as breathing or blinking to me.

I don't want to go back to school again if I have to put up with all this, and I don't want to be in Gotham anymore if I have to deal with all this. I just want to leave. I just want to feel safe because I never do, I have to walk or (swing in the case of when I'm Robin not Richard) around corners with the possibility that someone or something will be waiting there to beat me more often than not until I'm at home.

I want to go somewhere where I can fly. Somewhere I can be me, wings and all. Somewhere people won't freak out, or get overly suspicious when a slight breeze blows inside a closed room.

I'm going to wait to make any important decisions until the painkillers I'm on wear off completely so any choice I make is what I really want. But I am seriously considering leaving. Crap this is confusing. Leaving Gotham and Robin would mean leaving the team, Alfred, Ace (the bat hound), Bruce, Babs, and Wally. I'd have to find a way to completely disappear I'm going to go and take a nap until the painkillers wear off, and to organize my thoughts.

Once I get to my room upstairs and find a position in my bed that doesn't jostle any injury's which is actually hard to do. I join Alfred in the land of the sleeping as soon as my head hits the pillow.

The last thing I see as my eyes are slipping closed is the flying Grayson poster on my bedside table and the smiles on my parent's faces when that photo was taken.