I can't see anything; it's too dark to see. I can feel that my hands and feet are tied together to keep me from escaping here, wherever here is. I think I'm near the docks because I can hear waves crashing into the shore. Plus, the air smells salty even though it's getting harder to breath. I can still taste the bitterness of the knock-out-gas that they used on my team and me. Where is my team? Are they okay? Are they looking for me? Do they even care? Stop. Why would they care? Stop it. I am just another powerless human that they need to protect. Why am I thinking this? Make it stop. Make me stop!
"Dick!" I jolted awake. Bruce held me in his arms, looking worried at me and when I looked around I saw Alfred with the same expression. "Are you okay?" Bruce gently set me down but kept one hand on my shoulder. I didn't know how to respond. Lately, if I have a powerful dream, it comes true. I haven't told anyone because I'm not sure how anyone will react to me possibly having powers and, not to mention, the dreams have become more detailed, longer and worse.
"Master Bruce, may I suggest taking Master Richard to the doctor?" I should also mention that Alfred found me passed out on the floor a few time because the dreams just pulled me in.
"I'm fine. I don't need to see a doctor." I think I said that too quickly because a moment later I felt Bruce's hand on my head.
"We'll give it a week if it doesn't get better, we'll see a doctor." The hand moved away.
"Does that mean Robin will have to take a week off?"
"No!" I yelled. The team was just assigned a big mission yesterday that is going down tonight and I do not want to miss it.
"Robin may see his team but he is not going on any missions until he is better."
"You can't do that! The team needs me!" I stood up to shout at least 5 reasons why he shouldn't put me on the sidelines when the room started to spin and the floor was getting closer.
"Dick!"
"Master Richard!" Everything went dark.
When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed. What happened? I know I get really weak and my head starts hurting after those dreams but it stopped hurting a while ago so, why did I pass out? I could already guess where I am. I'm at a hospital. I slowly opened my eyes and guess what, I was right. Here I am lying on a bed in a hospital with Bruce sleeping in the chair next to me. I looked at the clock. 3:07Am. Is the mission over? Is my team safe? I hope no one else is in the hospital. Maybe I'm too weak to be on the team. Please stop. I've had enough.
Next chapter will be longer. I hope you enjoyed this so far. Thanks for reading.