Renagade or Robin?

"I WANT HIM ARRESTED!"

Richard was getting better as the days went on. But if someone asked if wanted to stay with Slade or stay with Bruce, he would end up silent for a while. He had several times in the day when he would cry and feel guilty about Alfred, and he would even wake up screaming at night from nightmares. So he had been getting better. He was finally mourning the people he killed. But he was losing too much sleep. His shoulder was healing nicely as well.

Currently he was with Bruce in the visitor's area, him playing checkers with Bruce.

"Damn. You're good." Bruce spoke softly as he smiled.

"Hehe, thank you." Richard smiled softly.

"Bam!" Bruce then smirked.

He picked his peice and jumped over all of Richard's checker pieces and made it to the other side, crowing winner of the game and king.

"What!?" Richard gasped and pouted.

"Haha. Can't be beaten." Bruce chuckled.

"Damnit." Richard face palmed. "One of these days. I shall beat you at checkers!" Richard acted out dramatically.

"Well, that was fun." Bruce smiled gently. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah. It was fun I guess." Richard pouted and then groaned and held his shoulder. "One of the nurses reopened my wound yesterday. It hurts like hell." Richard complained.

"Why did she do that?" Bruce looked confused and mad.

"An accident." Richard huffed. "Really she just pulled the skin on my back far enough to rip it's stitches."

"Hm, that sounds painful." Bruce sighed softly. "So, I have good news. West woke in the hospital yesterday morning. The first thing he did when he woke was ask if you were okay. Hehe, kid remembered everything the moment he woke up."

"Is he okay?" Richard frowned.

"Yes, he will heal fine." Bruce closed his eyes and scratched his scruffy chin. "

"That's good news." Richard smiled.

"So, how are you? Mentally?" Bruce looked at him with concern."

"I'm getting better." Richard smiled and tilted his head. "it's been a bit of a bumpy ride. But this medicine they put me on helps my anger and impulses. We played shoots and ladders in Canary's office. And the people in the cafeteria played duck duck goose. It was nice." Richard laid his head on the table.

"You seem tired. Have you not been sleeping?" Bruce asked.

Richard then fiddled with a checkers piece and looked at it with a sad look in his eyes, but he had a soft smile.

"I've been getting plenty." Richard lied.

As always Bruce saw through it, but he didn't say anything about. He only nodded and stood.

"I shall leave you be. Go back to your room and take a nap. Batman is coming later to talk with you." He winked and walked off, leaving something on the desk they were visiting at

Richard looked over at it and his eyes widened lightly. Resting on the desk was a very small pocket knife. Richard stared a bit before snatching it and placing it in his pocket.

"Thanks." Richard whispered before walking off to the door.

Once in the hallway Richard began to walk back to his cell. He looked around and then down at his feet, his shoes being bland and messed up as usual. His eyes then traveled upwards just in time as he ran into someone. With a grunt Richard made the pain in his shoulder noticable. He stumbled away from the male and opened his eyes and looked up to see who it was that he had bumped into.