Umm... sup? hehe, sorry it took me so long! Enjoy!
7
A strong gust of wind blew in Mikes face, whipping his shaggy hair around and causing him to shiver. He tugged his jacket tighter around himself as yet another blast of cold air flew against him. Mike shuddered as he walked down the road to Dick's house, he knew he should've accepted his dads offer for a ride.
Of course, if he had said yes to his father's offer then he would've been embarrassed beyond embarrassment. The last time he'd had a ride to Dick's house, his dad had bragged to Alfred about him and –to his horror- showed baby pictures! He cringed at the memory. At least he wasn't the only embarrassed one, Alfred himself had also been adamant to tell Mikes dad about Dick.
Both boys had been red as tomatoes.
Mike hunched down as another unforgiving blast of wind glided past him. His teeth chattered and he encouraged his legs to move faster. He kept his eyes on the pavement, following a long crack in the sidewalk.
Mike missed those days. Missed the simpler times. When the worst he had to worry about was being embarrassed or some fishing trip. It was better back then. Back then, he didn't have to think about a crazy psychotic bitch hurting his best friend. Or whether or not Dick was going to wake up having nightmares or, even worse, a panic attack.
Mike grimaced as he remembered the first time he experienced one of Dicks… episodes.
Everything was going great, Dick was out of the hospital, that crazy Psycho woman was in Arkham, and Mike was hanging out with his best friend. The teen grinned at Dick who was currently kicking his ass in table football. Alfred had invited him over and Mike had come in a flash. The two boys had then done all the things they did before… before… well before that!
Dick then had suggested to play his favourite game, table football, and Mike had grumpily agreed. It wasn't that he didn't like that game, he loved it! Well, he liked it when he won, which since he played Dick, he hadn't.
So that's where they ended up. Sprawled on the floor in one of the many living rooms in the Wayne mansion, yelling over stupid (Mike thought they were anyway) rules that Dick was obviously making up, the last of their hot chocolate gone, and staring at the paper in front of them.
Dick grinned back then focused back on the task at hand, beating Mike at table football. He stared at the folded piece of paper, seeming to dare the paper to mess with him.
Mike also watched it, amusement dancing in his eyes. This was the Dick he had missed. The confident, cocky teen that he was. The goofy and sometimes downright stupid kid that he'd become best friends with.
He watched as Dick positioned his fingers to flick the football, aiming it for the corner of Mike's side of the table. Dick narrowed his eyes in concentration, then flicks the piece of paper towards Mike. Both boys watch as it perfectly glides across the table on lands on Mike's side.
"Yes!" Dick exclaimed. "I win!" he pumped his fist in the air.
Mike rolled his eyes, but it was lost in the smile taking over his face. "Fine, fine." He replied.
Dick grinned at glanced at his hands for a split second, then froze.
Mike, who hadn't noticed the freezing, laughed. "Well I'll get you next time, bird brain." He glanced to his friend who had a horrified look on his face. "Dick? You okay?"
Said boy is not. His breathing had become irregular and sporadic, his eyes were in a faraway gaze.
"Dick?" Mike was getting panicked. He glanced at Dicks hands for a second, seeing a small paper cut and tiny trickle of blood on his finger. "Dick, can you hear me? Dick? Dick?" his voice had gotten extremely loud and scared, Mike himself freaking out. "Dick, what's going on? What's wrong?"
The rest happened in a blur. Mike saw Alfred and Bruce rush in and whisk Dick away, calmly speaking with him, Mike cleaning up the game in a daze, going home, and worrying about his friend. He remembered talking with Dick on the phone after that and Dick apologising repeatedly. Mike had told him it was okay and if he needed to talk about it he could. Dick had thanked him and then said goodnight to Mike. They talked about it more the next day.
Mike wrapped his arms around him to block out some of the wind. He shivered as gusts of air blast from all directions, making him sway a little. He planted his feet and lifted his head. He saw Dick mansion a few yards away and smiled with relief. Finally! Now he could get out of the cold! Maybe Alfred would have some hot chocolate!
Mike broke into a light jog. As he neared the house, he slowed down, confused. Why was the door standing wide open? He stopped at the foot of the steps.
"Hello?" he called out. "Dick?" no answer. "Alfred? Come on guys!" he huffed and walked up the stairs and nervously walked through the door. He darted his head this way and that, searching for his friend.
Where was he? He glanced down the hallways and he walked, not knowing what the heck was going on.
"Dick? Hey dude, cut it out!" when he got no response. "Is it national hide and seek day or something?"
A large grandfather clock on the wall to his left was his only reply. Its tick tock echoed through the halls, making everything eerie.
"Dick?"
No response. Just the tick tock of the clock. Mike pressed on, pursing his lips. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Where was everyone?
The loud gong of the grandfather clock striking the hour made Mike nearly jump out of his skin and leap into the air and gave a small yelp.
He sucks in a calming breath, glaring at the clock. "Don't do that!" he exclaimed at it. The grandfather clock tick tocks. Mike let out a shaky breath and turned around and continued down the hallway. He turned a corner and stopped short at what he saw.
There, lying on the floor, was Dicks cast… all cut up.
"Fuck," Mike cursed.
There! Got it done. I gotta say, it was a lot of fun writing in Mikes point of view! Poor kids, hopefully thing will get better. *laughs maniacally* just kidding, things are just gonna get worse! Mwahahahahahaaaa!
