This Is My Future

Chapter 50

Dick's P.O.V

I sighed, sitting at the computer, looking over my many emails from Kaldur, telling me he's not going to accept my resignation no matter how many times I send it.

I turned off the computer and backed up. The base was quiet, Tigress, Artemis and Robin went on patrol and I've been searching for any time travelers, but came up empty every time.

It's been almost a month since Artemis and Robin showed up and not much has happened. Artemis's arm finally healed, but Robin's been having trouble sleeping lately, not that I care.

I sighed, letting the silence fill my head.

I frowned when I heard the automatic lock buzz. I grabbed my escrima sticks off the computer desk and held them ready.

The door burst open.

"Dick!" Tim yelled happily.

"Tim?" I asked. I dropped the escrima sticks and wrapped my arms around him when he jumped into my lap. I looked down, seeing where his left knee hit, "Good thing I can't feel anything, or else that would've hurt like hell."

"Sorry," he chuckled climbing off my lap. I shrugged. Tim smiled, "Dick!"

"Tim!" I said, mocking his excitement.

"You're never gonna believe this!" He shouted.

I smiled faintly, "What is it I won't believe?"

"You can regain the use of your legs!"

I frowned, "W-What...?"

He jumped at me and wrapped his arms around me, a huge smile on his face. I wrapped my arms around him, though I couldn't feel him hug me.

"You can regain the use of your legs," he repeated.

"No...I can't..."

"Yes you can! You just need a Spinal Cord Restoration Chip implanted!"

"A-A spinal what?"

"A Spinal Cord Restoration Chip! It restores the electric current to the injury and restores the use of your legs!"

I tilted my head, "How do I...acquire one?"

Tim looked at me and bit his lip, obviously contemplating something.

"What?" I asked.

"Um...well you see..." He mumbled, "The only reason I thought of this...and told you was..."

I raised a brow, "Tim?"

He mumbled something under his breath.

"What...?" I asked again.

"The chip was made at..." He stopped again and I sighed. He took a deep breath and finished, "The Biomedical Engineering Labs...at the...Wayne Foundation..."

My jaw tightened.

"We don't have to tell-"

"No," I said.

"What? But we don't have to tell Bruce!" He insisted.

"I don't care. I'm not taking anything from Bruce."

"It's...it's not taking if I ask," he said.

I sighed, "Bruce will know if you ask."

"Not if I ask Lucius for one."

"What are you supposed to say? 'My friend was recently in an accident and he needs one'."

"If that'll work," he muttered.

"Tim...no..."

"But...I want to help you," he muttered, pressing his face into my knees and wrapping his arms around my leg.

"You don't have to, Timmy," I sighed stroking his hair, which seemed longer than it was two months ago.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes hidden behind his domino mask. "Yes I do..." he whispered.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do," he said, his voice stronger.

"No-"

"Yes!" He released me and jumped to his feet.

I jerked my head back in surprise when he yelled.

"I have to help!" He shouted, his voice shaking a bit, "It's my fault you're like this! If I didn't leave the base..."

"Don't you dare blame yourself," I warned.

"But it's true! And you know it! If I didn't leave the base, I never would've been captured, you never would've had to save me and you never would've broken your back!"

"It's not your fault!" I snapped.

"Don't dismiss me from this as if I didn't do anything!"

"You didn't Tim! I'm not dismissing anything!" I growled.

"Yes you are! We both know it's true!"

"Even if it is! I don't blame you!"

"You should!" He screamed, his voice breaking. "This was all my fault! If I never even came here in the first place, it wouldn't have happened!"

"Tim, calm down," I said, forcing myself to calm down too.

"I'm sorry..." He muttered, "I'm terrible...I'm a terrible brother and a terrible Robin..."

"No you're not," I sighed. "You're a great brother and a better Robin than I ever was."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry this happened, Dick..."

"Timmy...it's not your fault. I don't blame you. Plus," I said. "I've gotten used to this, I've accepted my fate."

He sighed and walked towards the door.

"Tim...where are you going?"

"Home..." He sighed.

I sighed and watched him walk out the door.

"He's lying..."