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"Easy, Dick. Don't hurt yourself." Bruce said, supporting Dick as they walked through the halls. Harley had gone to get her car, to serve as transport for the injured bird. "I feel like my legs could give out on me. I would like to get to Harley's car before that happens." Dick grunted back.

"I know, Dick. But the more you push your body to go faster, the more it'll want to give out on you. Take it slowly, and you'll be ok." Bruce said softly, thankful they were near the entrance. Dick grunted, but didn't reply. Harley came up to the two, her car right outside the door.

They helped Dick into the back, laying him down once there. Dick's arm was in a cast, the cast in a sling. Dick's head rested on Bruce's lap, his legs curled up. Bruce softly ran his fingers through Dick's hair, lulling Dick to sleep. Harley glanced back at the two every few minutes, unable to understand how The Batman could be as soft and gentle a father as that. It didn't seem real.

At the apartment, Harley and Bruce got Dick to the couch. Dick's back rested on the armrest, a blanket laid over his hips. Harley set a glass of water on the coffee table, as well as a small bag of Goldfish. Dick smiled his thanks to her, exhaustion dripping from his eyes.

Bruce moved Dick's hair so it was out of his face. He knew pain medication made Dick extremely tired, moreso than others. It would be a few days before Dick could get off the meds, and a few more until the exhaustion wore off. Dick leaned into Bruce's touch, making the elder smile. A few seconds later, and Dick was asleep.

"Is he ok? I know Joker ain't exactly one ta go easy." Harley asked, sitting in front of the couch. "Yes. I'm telling you this in confidence that you won't tell anyone else." "Not a soul will know." "Pain medication makes Dick exhausted. He'll be sleeping most of the day now, just until he can get off the medication. After that, he'll be able to stay up more. He might be a little sore, but he'll be fine."

Harley nodded. "That's why he seemed so much more tired than normal." "Leslie, a family friend, once said it was something with his blood. It takes longer for it to clot, and drugs are able to move through it faster. Because there's nothing to stop the medication, it's more affective on his body." Bruce frowned, pulling the blanket up. "That's why he always seemed weaker when he got drugged."

"Exactly. If you can, try to get him off the medicine as soon as possible. He'll try to get off it early, but you need to be careful when he gets off the medicine." "I will be. Ya sure his kid brothers won't mind me being in control of that?" Harley asked, pulling her knees to her chest. "They may not be happy, but they'll have to deal. As long as Dick says you stay, you stay. They respect that rule, however much it bugs them." "I'll do all I can ta get him on his feet again. And ta make sure this never happens again."