Just a little short, I blame this on a dream I had...a sort of what if..
What if it was Dick who lost the use of his legs? Decided to go with a possible future YJ world mixed with my own little ideas. So Slight AU for funs sake
Enjoy
There wasn't a day that went by that Dick Greyson, former boy wonder, didn't look back and wonder how things had changed so quickly for him. It had only been two years since he had left to become his own man, two years since he had been Nightwing and at the end of those two years he lost it all. One mistake, one night of helping someone had cost him so much more then he had expected... considering the fact he hadn't even been Nightwing that night. He'd just been on his way home, made the wrong turn and stopped at the wrong moment.
He shouldn't have gone after the thief, the worst that would have happened would have been the womans purse would be gone. No instead he had to be the good guy he was and run after him, he was lucky that car had managed to slow the way it did...he still lived. Although with the damaged done...he wasn't sure he felt it was worth it.
Sighing after a moment of glaring at the vibrant red numbers on the clock beside his bed and turning off the irritating alarm, the dark haired male slowly got himself up and dropped his feet to the floor groaning slightly. "To damn early..." he muttered, grabbing his clothes he had set out from the night before. It still took him a bit of fighting to get himself dressed but he managed, having refused the help others kept insisting he take though he had little choice in the chair he was given to use. The chirping of his phone was cut off as he grabbed the offending item, flicking it open. "Yes I'm up Babs," he cutt of the redhead before she even got in a chipper, "hello."
"Well aren't you cranky this morning," she huffed, running fingers through her hair as she checked herself in the mirror making sure to fix the light smudge of eyeliner. "Come on, its just breakfast and its free." She could almost see the others pretty blues rolling as she spoke.
"Yes but it still consists of me having to get up earlier then I even want to, its six am. I would prefer to sleep in to eight."
"You need to get out more sweetie, trust me. Just be thankful its just us and not everyone you know, which can be done by the way considering you havent even bothered to call anyone at all since your accident." Her tone was playful dispite how serious she was.
"You do and I will make sure every dirty little secret you have gets out," he growled half heartedly, making himself a coffee. Dick knew Barbara was very capable of fulfilling her threat, which was the whole reason he was being dragged out for the breakfast with her. "Its just us right? Really...just us?"
"Well and Bruce too, you know he's worried about you. You signed yourself out of the hospital two days early for crying out loud, didn't even bother to call any of us to get home or at least to tell us." Her voice had risen slightly, she apparently was still pissed about that though it had been a few months ago.
"I didn't need to be mothered to death thank you very much, between him and Alfred I'd end up in the fricken loony bin sooner rather then later," he snorted. "It's my life Babs, I'm an adult...not a little kid. Plus, he's got a new kid to worry about so I didn't think he needed to be bothered by my own mess."
"Dick I swear I am going to beat some sense into you; that doesnt matter. He still cares about you, still thinks of you as family and as of his son-" she was cut off quickly however.
"Can we deal with this later? I Thought we had to make it to the resturant?" He wouldnt take long to get there, it was just down the street from his new flat. "I'll meet you there," and he hung up before she could bother to continue. "And she wonders why I prefer men more often than women..."
With that he headed off to the resturant to put up with the pair for breakfast, he could fake a smile with the best of them.
