Thank you all for the help! You have no idea how much it makes me feel better! Just in case you were wondering, he's 13 and I'm 12, so get off the idea that I'm your all's ages. I'm still scared to tell him, but I know that he likes me, so I can do this!
Alright, I'm going to type this out and try to go longer then the usual five pages I type… but my head is up in the clouds still… I'm mad in love with an amazing blonde boy with glassy green eyes… If I could grow a bit taller, I could kiss him and I don't want anything more then that at the moment, besides to skydive through a cloud and to get a five foot blue gummy bear… But I want to kiss him more then that. Hard to believe right? So yeah, time to update… *head still in the clouds*
Bruce's eyes scanned the computer screen, the same intimidating look over his face. His eyes, hard as ever, read words he had read dozens of times now to distract himself. No matter how many times he read it though, he couldn't hear it in his head. He was distracted, his eyes blurred.
I hope they managed to get the bullet and knife out… if they hurt him I… I'll kill them myself! I'll take the knife blade and hack their heads off! I'll kill them all with that single bullet! If they can't save him, then they're all going to die! I'm not losing my little boy… I've lost so much, and so has he. I'll never forgive myself if I let him lose himself and me at the same time.
"M-Mr. Wayne?" a confused voice asked weakly.
Bruce was snapped from his thoughts and he looked sideways. Wally was sitting up in his bed, a hand weakly over a part of his chest that seemed to hurt him. The red head was glancing at the bed beside Bruce which was empty now, as it had been for three hours now.
"W… Where's… Where'd he go?" Wally's voice was slurred softly.
He swallowed hard. Bruce blinked slowly, trying to decide whether or not to answer the boy. It was pointless. Nothing said he had to answer the kid. It wasn't like he would tell his uncle who would yell at Bruce later. Wally didn't seem to recognize Bruce as his mission leader, just as Bruce Wayne, the owner of Wayne Tech. He wasn't going to answer the boy. That is, until Richard's words rang through his head from earlier before.
"Batman, don't be so hard on him. He's my best friend! He's the closest I've got to a brother nowadays."
"I don't see how you can possibly stand him. He's annoying, careless and doesn't obey most direct orders!"
Richard smiled. "He makes me feel like a rebel sometimes. He treats me as if I'm a person, not a sidekick. He makes me feel human. Try to support that. If I want him to be my best friend because he's the only one I can trust, he'll be my best friend."
"Yes… but people aren't east to trust. Keep your words to yourself."
"I always do… but he's different! He wouldn't tell anyone! He trusts me and protects me! He's my only other family besides you. Just trust me for once. You've taught me well enough. I can handle myself, promise!"
"He is… still in surgery," Bruce replied, his voice way lower then needed.
Wally raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
Man, the camera totally lightens his voice… and adds ten pounds… and makes him look taller… and happier the red head thought to himself.
"Do you think he'll be okay?"
Bruce exhaled softly, his eyes staring blankly at the computer screen. He didn't answer. Truth was, he didn't want to say what he thought. He had faith normally in Richard. He had seen the black haired boy do extraordinary things before, from being able to rip the door off of a car in pure fear to being able to jump across a ledge stretching twelve feet across during a training simulation. He had seen Richard survive shattered ribs and a broken heart, as well as a broken arm from a simulation taken too far or a fight at school that he had gotten into, although he always claimed that the other guy made him look like a beauty queen.
He had also seen his boy been able to outrun some with super speed, if only for a few seconds, get better accuracy on the bow and arrow then Artemis and had seen him handle his time in the water without an air mask in a way that almost outmatch Aqualad. Richard could obviously handle himself, but this was different. This time, he had a bullet in his shoulder and a piece of knife in his chest. Bruce had never trusted doctors to begin with, so he had little to no faith that they could extract the bullet and the knife blade without hurting his adopted son. One of his hands curled up into a tight fist and his worry only intensified.
"Mr. Wayne? Why are you here? Do you know R-… er, him?"
Bruce swallowed hard and released a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He reached into his back pocket. Wally watched, interested. Bruce came back with a small canister in his hand that looked like one of those sour candy sprays you can buy at Wal-Mart. Wally smiled at that. It looked good with bright pink and green colors.
"What's that?" he asked, curious.
Instead of replying, Bruce held it up and sprayed it in Wally's face. Almost instantly, Wally collapsed onto his pillow, his eyes falling shut just as fast. Bruce took no care and tucked the canister back into one of the hidden pockets of his utility belt and turned his attention back to the computer screen.
Thank the Lord for the sleeping spray I stole from the Joker… Just a bit of research into it and it can stop idiotic red heads from knowing too much… Bruce thought inside, forcing himself to focus on the page.
Still though, the words were hard to focus on. He caught only glimpses of words, but glimpses were all he needed for now.
Explosion… aid of others… unknown… whereabouts… If you see them…
Throughout it all, he understood only that outsiders had exploded the wall they were in, but only after drugging all of the guards, eliminating the purpose for the explosion. Three people were missing from the breakin: Tony Zucco, Amanda Perry and Thomas Haileeson. Amanda and Thomas were paid, contract killers, and Tony was a heartless, cruel gang boss who was a murderer of several, including the Graysons.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne, the doctors wish to see you," a nurse passing by said into the room.
Panic filled Bruce, but he masked it with a curt nod. He closed his laptop before setting it back in his briefcase, which he picked up before following her out of the room. He walked slowly down the white hallways, feeling strangely claustrophobic at the hospital smells. The smells made him sick to his stomach, but he kept the feelings to himself. Before he knew it, he was in another room with more of that damned color white. There were several beds all lined up in a row, all occupied. Most of the patients honestly looked dead as they lay there, pale and motionless, but their heart monitors said otherwise.
"Over there," the nurse gestured to the far edge of the room before leaving.
He nodded weakly and started across the room, his breathing slow and careful. There was a doctor standing over the bed, a blue mask over his face, a clipboard in his hands. He was taking notes on the boy lying motionless on the bed in front of him. It didn't take Bruce long to recognize his adopted son motionless on the bed. Richard's eyes weren't dancing beneath their lids; his chest didn't rise or fall; in fact, he seemed quite lifeless as he lay there. That didn't help Bruce's state.
"Is he… okay?" Bruce asked uncertainly.
The doctor looked up at him, surprised to see him there. He lowered his mask and cleared his throat.
"The surgery was a success. We managed to extract both the blade and the bullet without harming him. He should be resuming consciousness within the next few hours."
Bruce nodded gravely.
"How soon can I… how soon can I take him back home?"
The doctor frowned in thought.
"Um… it'll be a few weeks most likely, depending on how fast he heals."
Bruce nodded and stared down at Richard, his heart heavy. His hand tightened on his briefcase. He couldn't stay here. If he did, he could do nothing more then further endanger Richard's life. He swallowed hard and turned his eyes from Richard's motionless body.
"If we awakens, tell him I had to get back to work," Bruce said gently before turning and walking briskly from the room.
The doctor raised an eyebrow, but he just nodded obediently and walked away from the unconscious figure of Richard Grayson, not giving him more then a second thought.
XxXxX
Richard's eyes opened weakly and he found his throat surprisingly dry. He looked around, confused. Where was Batman? Where was Wally? Where was he? He looked down at his bare chest and paled. There were huge stitches across his stomach, not to mention dried blood on the bandage that surrounded it.
"B-Bruce…?" he asked softly.
"Sorry hon, he said that he had to get back to work," a female voice said gently.
Richard frowned, tears glazing his eyes briefly.
"Oh…"
Doesn't it figure? I get shot and stabbed and that man can't turn away from his work… he acts like it would kill him to even pretend to care for me Richard thought, a soft depression settling on him like snow on a beautiful winter day.
He closed his eyes again and bit his lip gently. It wasn't necessarily for the pain his body felt, but for the pain in his heart. He felt as if it was shattered inside of his chest and as if he was bleeding on the inside.
Oh… I wish you'd care for me… I wish… I wish a lot of stuff… I just want to go home…
I think Robin should be called Dick Wayne or Richard Wayne because he was adopted, after all. Two guys in my class were adopted, and they took their adopted parents names! (OG people, correct me if Aaron and Andrew's folk's last names aren't Carpenter).
*I'm losing it! Every move I die! I'm fading, I'm broken inside!*
-FrankandJoe3
