This Is My Future

Chapter 46

Dick's P.O.V

I yawned, waking up. I pulled my chair closer, locked the wheels and lifted myself into the chair. I went to the dresser and pulled on my t-shirt. I pulled out my jeans and sighed.

It's been over a week since my accident, I fell into a habit, but not the best one.

"Arty..." I called.

Arty walked in.

"Can you...help me...again..." I sighed, turning around, the jeans in my lap.

She shook her head, "No."

I sighed, "Arty...I'm not in the mood for jokes today."

"Good, because I'm not joking."

I frowned, "What?"

"I'm not helping you, Dick...I'm sorry..."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"You need to do this by yourself," she said and walked away.

I stared at the doorway and glanced at the jeans in my lap.

I grabbed my ankle and got my leg into the pant leg, I did it with the other leg and pulled them up to my knees. After a few minutes of shifting I finally got them on over my ass. I grabbed my jacket and went to the living room.

Arty was sitting at the counter.

"Hey kitty," I said

"Hi...sorry about that..." She sighed.

I shrugged, "I don't blame you. I know you mean well, it just threw me off."

She nodded, "Still..."

"It's okay, Arty. I'm not upset."

"Breakfast?"

I shook my head, "Not hungry."

"Dick, you can't keep skipping breakfast," she said, standing up.

I shrugged, "Let's just go. You can distract Robin and Artemis while I search for any information on time travelers."

She nodded faintly and walked to the door. I followed her and went into the hallway, I got the hang of going through small doorframes without getting stuck.

Arty locked the door and headed down the hall. I followed her to the elevator.

"You okay, kitty?" I asked when the elevator got there.

She nodded, "Just thinking."

"About?"

She sighed, "Am I...Blüdhaven's vigilante now...?"

I jerked my head back. I wasn't expecting that question nor was I ever thinking about this situation.

"Um...the battlefield one...I guess?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, walking out of the elevator towards the Ferrari.

"Well...I can't really go out and fight," I said following her. "Maybe I can work from the computer?"

"Are you sure?"

"Hey, if I can't physically kick someone's ass I might as well do it in a different way," I chuckled, getting into the car.

She nodded with a tilted head. She put the chair in the trunk and got in the car. I pulled my door closed and buckled up.

She got in the car and pulled out of the spot.

"Want the car?" I asked her.

"What?"

"Do you want the car?" I repeated.

"What car?" She asked in confusion.

I raised a brow, "I don't know, maybe the one you are currently driving?"

"I'm not taking your car, Dick," she said, rolling to a stop at a light.

"You're not taking it. I'm giving it to you," I said.

"It's your car, Dick."

"What am I supposed to do with it?" I asked, patting my limp leg, "Not like I can drive it myself."

She sighed, "Dick..."

"Please take it, Arty," I sighed. "At least with you, I'll know it's in safe hands."

She sighed, "Fine..."

"Nightwing's giving you the Mercedes, too," I said.

"Tell Nightwing I'll drive it up his ass."

"Nightwing says he won't feel it anyways," I smirked.

She sighed, "How can you make jokes about this."

"Well, as a wise friend once told me, and I quote, 'Gotta love life to the very end, Little Birdy!'," I shouted, punching the roof.

She smiled weakly.

"And that means making the best of a bad situation."

She smiled, "You have learned well my Little Birdy."