Dick tried his best to be quiet as he entered the manyor. He was as silent as he could be as he made his way to the medical wing. Making his way into the medical supplies, he sat down in a chair nearby. He knew that Bruce wasn't home, but Alfred was probably around somewhere. "Maybe Tim is home." He thought. He needed to be quiet. His family couldn't know he was hurt. Then they wouldn't let he fight for awhile, and that's all that was keeping him sane at the moment. He just needed to stay quiet-
"Hey Dick....what are you doing?" Tim asked from the doorway. Damn. He wasn't quiet enough.
"Uh...nothing. Just fixing a couple bruises. That's all." Dick wasn't facing Tim, and he silently prayed that he wouldn't move.
"You're treating bruises with gauze and giant bandages? Yeah right. You know I'm smarting than that.". Tim walked in front of Dick to see that Dick had ripped his suit and in the middle of his thigh was a bloody mess. "Jesus Christ Dick! What happened?" Tim said wide eyed. Dick sighed.
"You CAN NOT tell Bruce."
"Why not?" Tim asked. Dick thought for a second, but couldn't come up with anything but:
"I just don't want him to be worried. Please Tim." He couldn't say it was because he needed to focus. So he didn't think of Wally. Then Tim would try to help, and Dick just needed to be alone. Tim thought for a second.
"Fine. But tell me what happened." Tim sat down across from his brother. Dick sighed and continued to fix his wound as he told is story.
"I had went down to Ace Chemicals to check-up on a break-in. Apparently, the Joker paid some random street thugs to break-in and still some chemical poison stuff and planned on putting it in soft drinks and stuff like that. There were two guys there. I knocked out one with a gun, but then the other guy took the gun. I pinned him up against the wall, pretending not to care about the gun. After telling me who he was working for, I had kind of forgot about the gun, and right as the police showed up, he shot me. When I knew that the police could handle them, I made a break for it and came home." Dick looked at his brother.
"Dick! You know the rule! Make sure that the gun isn't in the criminals hand!"
"I know...I just was so caught up in everything...I forgot." Dick said. Tim sighed.
"So...is everything good now? Like, no poison soda?" Tim asked.
"Yeah I think so." Dick had finished rapping his leg.
"What are you gonna do about your leg? Bruce will get suspicious." Tim said.
'I guess...I don't know. I'll figure something out."
"Well, good luck with that."
"You're a real big help Tim." Dick said sarcastically.
"Oh I know." Tim said smirking.
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Window Sills
FanfictionWally is dead. Dick has left the team. He can't go back. Jason is still dead. Bruce is still quiet and composed. Tim and Barbra are focused on the team. Dick is alone. Now, all he has is crime fighting. But will he take it to far?
