Dick leapt out of bed. Today I start physical therapy. He grinned. Soon I can go on patrol and on missions and everything! Dick grabbed his crutches and sped down the stairs.

"Bruce! Let's go! Come on!" Dick yelled anxiously.

Bruce groaned as her rolled out of bed. Dick started Physical Therapy today and apparently he couldn't wait. Bruce checked the clock. 5:30 am. Bruce sighed and dragged himself down the stairs. Dick was hopping up and down at the base of the stairs.

"Lets go! Let's go!" He grinned bouncing in place.

"It's 5:30 am. The physical therapy center doesn't open until 7. And we are not going before I have my coffee." Bruce put emphasis on the ending.

Alfred immediately walked into the kitchen and started making Bruce's favorite coffee.

"BRUUCEE, I wanna go NOWWWWWW," Dick complained loudly.

"Hush Master Dick," Alfred scolded lightly even though he knew that Dick was just excited to begin physical therapy.

After an hour Bruce finally stood up. Dick had fallen asleep in a chair and Bruce had to wake him.

"Dick, It's time to go to physical therapy." Bruce shook Dick lightly.

Dick shot up. "LETS GO!" He exclaimed hopping up. Bruce couldn't help but smile at Dick's eagerness.


Dick zipped out of the car just about as fast as a person on crutches could go. By the time Bruce got into the building, Dick had already checked himself in and was talking to the doctor.

The doctor say Bruce and waved him over, "Mr Wayne! Nice to meet you! I'm Dr. Kayland, I'll be Dick's physical therapist." She stuck her hand out.

Bruce shook her hand, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Kayland. So what will you and Dick be working on first?" He asked.

"Well first we'll be working on regaining strength in his legs, then we'll be working on arm strength." She smiled.

"Yea, yea, yadda yadda yadda! Let's go already! Shoo Bruce! Pick me up at 5 pm for dinner. BYE BRUCE!" Dick waved Bruce goodbye, eager to start on the road to recovery.

The doctor looked at Dick like he was crazy. "Young sir, we will not be training for 10 hours! Nr Wayne, I suggest you come pick him up at noon." She corrected Dick's previous time.

"Aw shucks." Dick groaned. "See ya Bruce!" Dick waved again.


"Okay Dick, why don't we start by standing up without your crutches." Dr. Kayland suggested.

Dick looked a little worried, but placed his crutches on the wall and grabbed onto the parallel bars. He cautiously let go of the bars holding him up. He was a little shaky at first, but stabilized quickly.

Dr. Kayland smiled, "Fantastic! Now how about taking a step, feel free to use the parallel bars."

Dick began to take a step forward, but he immediately fell. Dick grabbed at the bars and pulled himself up, panting. This time using the bars for support, Dick took another step forward. He was sweating profusely but somehow continued to press on. After an hour of working straight, Dick was exhausted.

"Dick, why don't we take a rest," Dr. Kayland frowned.

"N-no way," Dick shot back in a strained voice.

"Dick, you're going to exhaust yourself, take a rest," Dr. Kayland sighed.

"I-I'm fine," he shot back.

"Just a half hour break!" she tried to reason.

Dick was not having any of it. "I-I've gotta get b-back into sh-shape..." he grunted.

"Richard Grayson-" Dr. Kayland didn't get to finish her sentence as Dick promptly fainted. Luckily for Dick, Dr. Kayland caught him before he broke his nose.

Dick groaned as his eyes slowly opened. As his vision cleared Dr. Kayland was looking straight at him. "Ah!" He jumped a little startled at how close she was.

"Good, you're awake." She stood up straight, ignoring his cry of surprise and got Dick a glass of water.

"Wh-What happened?" Dick asked Dr. Kayland as he shakily brought the glass to his lips.

"You fainted," she stated bluntly. "You're lucky I caught you, or you would've broken your nose!"

"Thanks?" Dick said still a foggy on what happened.

"I called Mr. Wayne to come pick you up. You need rest, you're exhausted," Dr. Kayland explained to Dick.

Dick looked half angry ad half confused. "What? You can't send me home! It's only-" he checked his watch, "9 am! Dr. Kayland, you CAN'T send me home!" Dick begged.

"I wrote a list of gentle exercises you may work on at home, nothing to strenuous! And I will be in touch with Mr. Wayne so don't try to pull one over on me!" she warned Dick sternly. "I will see you next week!" she added cheerfully.

Dick slumped back into his chair pouting. Stupid injuries. Stupid Joker. Damned Harley Quinn. It wasn't long before Bruce showed up to pick Dick up. Bruce talked to Dr. Kayland for a while before finally walking over.

"Dick, come on, let's go," Bruce gestured for Dick to follow him.

Dick sighed and got up. Today was supposed to be some giant break through. Instead he took a few steps, and passed out. Bruce obviously knew how upset Dick was about not being able to finish his physical therapy session.

"I suggest you visit the training room," Bruce said before walking up to his study.

The training room? Why, so the equipment can mock me? Dick scowled. He headed down to the training room anyways. Maybe It will motivate me... he sighed. Dick trudged into the training room. His jaw hit the floor. Inside the training room was two parallel bars to practicing walking. There were dumbells ranging from 2 lbs - 120 lbs, and in the corner was a treadmill and a stationary bike. Dick walked around and found a door. He opened it. Before him was a fairly large swimming pool. Jeez, Bruce really went all out... Dick thought. He made a mental note to thank Bruce every second he got. Bruce may be hard on the outside, but inside he was softer than a kitten.