This Is My Future

Chapter 55

Tim's P.O.V

I woke up in Dick's bed. Tigress had taken him home before we went to Gotham. We had expected him to be asleep by the time we got back, but he had been waiting up for us. Once we gave him a brief, yet convincing lie, we all went to bed.

I sat up and frowned, noticing Dick wasn't in bed and his chair was gone.

"Are you kidding me!?" I heard Dick shout from the living room, "Why!?"

"To help!" Arty shouted back.

I furrowed my eyebrows and scrambled out of bed.

"I told you, I'm not taking anything from him!"

I ran down the hall when I heard something that sounded like a slap. I hurried into the living room.

"Dick!" Arty was on her hands and knees, brushing her hands around the floor.

Dick glared at her, sitting in his wheelchair next to the couch.

Arty picked up the chip, which must've been what Dick slapped out of her hands.

"Dick, please! I got it to help you!" Arty snapped.

"Then you wasted your time!" Dick growled through his teeth, "Time we could've used to get the twerps home!"

"Like that's going anywhere!" Arty spat, "We've spent almost a month and a half trying to get them home! How about we worry about ourselves for one day!"

"The sooner they're out of our hair, the sooner we can take care of ourselves!" Dick shouted.

"They'll always be in our hair, Dick, because they are us!" Arty hissed.

"Arty, just stop!" Dick yelled.

"I'm not stopping! My little brother needs my help and I will help him! Even if I have to knock him out with a metal pipe and jam a microchip into his spine!"

Dick growled.

"Uh-"

"Stay out of this Tim!" Dick growled.

"Don't yell at him!" Arty snapped. She walked to the stove and grabbed a plate. She set it on the counter, "Eat Tim."

I walked to the barstool and climbed on. I started picking at my food while Dick and Arty continued to fight. I eventually dropped my fork and covered my ears. I hate hearing the ones I love fight. My parents fought a lot, Dick and Bruce would fight all the time, and now Arty and Dick were fighting.

"Forget it!" They both shouted simultaneously.

"Let's just get to the base," Dick gritted through his teeth. He went to the door and opened it, leaving the apartment.

Arty sighed, "Come on, Timmy."

I jumped off the stool and followed her out.

She locked the door behind her and we headed down the hall, catching up to Dick at the elevator.

I looked at him as we waited for the elevator.

"Morning Dick..." I said hesitantly.

He grunted in response.

I looked up at Arty who glared at the elevator doors with her arms crossed.

"Morning Arty..."

"Morning Timmy," she sighed.

I looked at the floor.

The doors opened and we let Dick into the elevator, then stepped in ourselves.