This Is My Future

Chapter 41

Dick's P.O.V

I attempted to sit up, but when I couldn't move somewhere above my waistline, I remembered and noticed Tim wasn't in the bed, I sighed.

Grabbing the handle of the wheelchair, I pulled it closer, locking the wheels I lifted myself into the chair. I sighed looking at my bare legs that were covered with small bruises from the pin and the patches that Arty covered after cutting my legs. I unlocked the wheels and rolled myself to the dresser, pulling a t-shirt out and tugged it over my head, then, I grabbed a pair of jeans. Biting my lip, I looked from the jeans to my legs, unsure of how to put them on. I've never been in a wheelchair before except for when I broke my leg, but even then I could still stand.

"Dick?" I heard Arty ask, knocking on the door, "You in there?"

"Yeah..." I sighed, "Uh...can...can you...come in, please?"

She opened the door, "You okay?"

"I know this is a weird question..." I muttered, "But...can you help me get my pants on?"

She nodded and after helping me get my legs through the pant legs she helped me get them up.

I sighed, "This is gonna take forever to get used to."

She patted my shoulder, "It's gonna be okay."

I nodded faintly and headed out of the room. I accidentally held one of the wheels and ended up turning towards the wall. I pursed my lips in frustration and backed up, bumping something with the back wheel.

"Ow..." I heard Arty whisper.

I facepalmed, bunching my hair in my fingers, "Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it," she said. "You didn't mean to."

"Can you just...push me," I sighed. "At least until we're out of the hall..."

"Yeah," she said and started pushing me down the hall into the living room. "Want breakfast?"

I shook my head, "I'm not hungry..."

"Are you sure?" She asked sitting at the counter.

I nodded, looking down at my legs. I watched them hoping to see just a subtle flinch as I tried getting them to move, but it didn't work.

I sighed and propped my head up on my fist, resting my elbow on the chair's armrest. "Tim!" I called, "We're-"

"He's not here..." Arty said.

"What?"

She handed me a notebook. There was a note scribbled in red ink...and a weird bird or something for some reason:

Dear, Dick
I'm so sorry, this was all my fault. I'm just gonna head home. I feel bad enough, I promise I won't tell Bruce. I'm so sorry.

I sighed, tossing the book on the table, "Well, my brother probably thinks I hate him..."

"You can call him," Arty suggested.

"Later," I said. "Let's get to the base."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She stood up and took care of her plate. She walked to the front door and opened it for me. When I tried going through the door, one of the front wheels of the chair got caught on the doorway and I almost fell out of the chair. I fixed myself, but the chair wouldn't move because of the way the wheel was stuck.

I growled in frustration. The chair was jerked out of its capture by Arty and she pushed the chair out the door.

I sighed, scrubbing my eyes, "Thank you..."

She nodded, locking the door. She turned to look at me.

"What?" I asked sounding a little defensive.

She took a step back holding her hands up in surrender, "I was waiting for you to go."

"Why?"

"So...if you have a problem again...I could help you..."

I sighed, "Sorry...I'm just really getting frustrated..."

"It's okay," she shrugged. I sighed and went to the elevator, pushed the button and waited for the shaft. Arty walked up behind me.

"Just push me in..." I sighed when the doors opened. She nodded faintly and pushed the chair in.

"Are you okay?" She asked as the elevator started it's descend.

I shrugged watching my legs as the elevator's movement caused them to sway and bump limply.

"I'm sorry this happened..." She said.

I shrugged, "Why? It's not like you did it."

"I could've prevented it."

"No you couldn't."

She sighed quietly and pushed me out of the elevator, to the Ferrari. She pushed me to the passenger side and opened the door.

I locked the chair wheels and got myself into the car, adjusting into the seat and buckling up. I grabbed the door and pulled it shut. I watched in the rearview mirror as Arty got the chair in the trunk.

Arty got in the driver's seat. She pulled out of the space, drove to the garage opening and down the street.