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WARNING: VERY STRONG LANGUAGE
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"So not only does he have a history of cutting and drug abuse, but alcohol problems as well?" The therapist asked Bruce, a long three hours into their meeting.
"Yes." Bruce replied bluntly. This was going on for far too long, he wanted to go back and see Dick.
"And you never took him to rehab? Mr. Wayne this is a serious problem, a deadly one as you've seen. Do you care for this boy at all? He could have very well died from this. You honestly need to think about how much this boy means to you. Do you love him as your son?"
"Honestly?"
The therapist raised a brow and gave the billionaire the most incredulous look he had ever received in his life.
With a sigh Bruce answered in a low tone, "I-"
"Where the hell is he?" a yell could be heard from a distance. Both of the people standing in the hallway looked down the adjacent for the owner of the voice.
"Uh," the therapist started after a moment turning back to Bruce, "You were saying Mr. Way-"
Suddenly the doors down the hall flew open with a loud smack causing the therapist to jump and squeal slightly.
"Roy-"
"Don't even fucking start with me Bruce! Tell me where the hell Dick is now."
Bruce blinked, mildly shocked at the ballsy-ness the boy possessed. Then again it was Roy for crying out loud, he was known to be overly rash and abrasive at times. Still, Bruce had never seen him this angry, he was absolutely livid. He was about to ask why but then he realized; oh yeah Dick's hurt.
"Excuse me, is there a problem?" A very stout nurse piped up with a shaky voice that resembled that of an elf's far too much for the red head's patience at the moment.
"Yes, as a matter of fact there is. This asshole," Roy shouted whilst jabbing a finger into Bruce's face. Very ballsy indeed. "Hurt Dick, and very nearly made him die. And then I find out about it almost four fucking days after the fact when he wakes up. So I will ask this one more fucking time. Where. The fuck. Is. He?"
The poor nurse looked about ready to piss herself as she stood with Roy's face inches away from hers. With a deep breath she puffed out her chest and said with an even shakier voice, "Only kin may-"
"Do I look like I give a fuck lady?" He was absolutely screaming now, his face turning red.
"Room 482!" The nurse squeaked pointing down the hall.
With a final huff Roy strode down the hall to the room while the party he left simply looked after him.
"Sooo…" a deep voice resonated down the hall
Everyone turned to see Oliver and Dinah walking up to them. Oliver stopped once he got to the group, clearly put off by the impending silence. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets. Once he realized that no one was going to speak up he cleared his throat.
"Well… how was everyone's Thanksgiving?" Oliver asked with a smile. Dinah sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Ollie you are-"
"EVERYONE OUT!"
All heads turned down the hall once again, now to see doctors and nurses alike scurrying out of Dick's room and looking back dumbstruck as the door slammed.
"Roy found Dick." Oliver stated cheerily. Dinah rolled her eyes and turned around muttering.
One of the doctors walked up to the group, clearly shaken by what just happened.
"Who the hell was that? Should we call security? Shouldn't someone do something? What if-"
"Roy would never harm Dick Dr. Morton, it's fine." Bruce said steadily still looking down the hall.
"Well if that's settled," the therapist spoke again, looking at everyone expectantly, "perhaps we could get back to the discussion and decide what rehabilitation would best serve Richard. I was thinking, as unconventional as it is, that we should-"
AINT NO BREAKLINE LONG ENOUGH-AINT NO RATING LOW ENOUGH-AINT NO WORD WIDE ENOUGH- TO KEEP ME FROM READING YOU BABY
Dick was numb to all the tests that the doctors were running. He didn't care anymore, about anything anymore. Halfway through he decided to busy himself by counting the black specs on the ceiling tiles. Unfortunately every time a needle was jabbed into him his concentration broke and he had to start over.
4782
4783
4784
"Where the hell is he!"
His counting stopped, and the doctors paused. Everyone turned their attention to the door for a moment before resuming.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Then there was more yelling. Dick wondered for a brief moment if it was Bruce. He did yell a lot when he got angry, but never in public. Now everyone had completely stopped their work. After a few seconds Dick scolded himself mentally for his Robin senses not kicking in. For some reason however he didn't feel like he was in any danger. Still he slowly began to sit up. Well he tried.
The door slammed open.
"EVERYONE OUT!"
All of the doctors and nurses rushed out of the room, blocking Dick's view of the intruder. He felt his heart racing, but not in a 'my life's in danger' kind of way. He couldn't really place the feeling, or whether or not he liked it.
The door slammed shut again and Dick blinked a few times trying to process the person in front of him.
"Roy?"
Hurrah! I truly despise writing dialog. It's my weak point as you can tell. Ah well. But I do love writing Roy. He's a fun character.
Yes I know that if you squint wear a pair of bifocals, and stand on your head you can see some DickxRoy. But it doesn't have to be read that way. Unless the vast majority of people want that to be a more obvious thing.
Wally will deffinatly be coming in within the next few chapters as well.
NOTE: Roy is the only one that knows Dick's secret ID
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