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Even though I lost one friend because she could never tolerate people who were different from her, I still had others who were more understanding and accepting. They were a little older than me, so they had their driver's licenses before me and hand-me-down cars that could barely start unless all circumstances were in the right place. That kind of freedom was pretty awesome.

We would drive into Gotham to see some movies over the weekends, or we would spend the weekends at each other's houses. Our parents did not have a problem with it because we were good students and never got into any kind of trouble. I still had a couple of months before I would ever get my license, and I was starting to become more and more antsy about it.

I finally got my license in the early winter, and I was super excited about it. Freedom. I didn't need to worry about needing any parent to take me anywhere.

The first couple of weeks since I got my license were pretty okay. The weather wasn't that bad, so the roads around me town and into Gotham weren't that bad. Winter couldn't have been that bad. My parents were just two people who really love to worry too much.

There came a Saturday morning after a nasty snow storm and freezing rain that had made the roads pretty treacherous. I was too inexperienced when it came to driving, and I was driving far too fast for the conditions. I barely made it into Gotham before I had wrecked my car.

That old car slammed into one of the supports to one bridge, and I could only remember that intense pain before I lost consciousness. It all happened far too quickly for me to even be sure what had exactly happened. Everything was fragmented images and blurry memories.

I remember seeing that car accident, and I called it in almost automatically. Help would arrive for that driver in time, but I could tell the accident was pretty bad. If I had a belief in a higher power, I would have been hoping that higher power would intervene in any way to help that person.

I ran to the wrecked car, and I really started to wish I held a belief in a higher power. The unconscious and injured driver was Fritz. Blood was running down her face from a cut on her forehead and from what could have been a broken nose, and when I looked down to her legs, I could see the bone of one leg was sticking out of the skin. At least she was breathing at the moment.

"Fritz. . .what. . .were. . ." I was saying, and that was one of the few times. I had ever allowed myself to lose my control and not be cool, calm, and collected for a short moment. "You'll pull through. I know you will. . .you are far too stubborn about that."

I did my best to help her with what little supplies I had possessed. I put pressure on the cut on her forehead and made sure she was not going to choke on her blood from her bloody nose while trying to keep her head supported until the paramedics had arrived, and I could barely watch as she was worked on very quickly before she was loaded into the back of the ambulance.

She better up alright. Better. She was far too stubborn to just give up over something as trivial as a car accident.

I don't remember how long I had been out. It must have been long enough because I wasn't in the wrecked car anymore but in a hospital bed with lots of pain meds coming into my body. One of my legs was in a cast, and I didn't really want to move my leg without feeling the pain.

I couldn't believe I had a car accident, and for that moment, even though I was incredibly high from the pain meds, I felt bad for my mom and my dad and all of the worry they had to have been feeling.

Mom was in the room, quietly talking to my nurse at the end of my bed, and the conversation ended when they realized I was awake. The nurse who my mom worked with realized we should have that moment on our own, and she walked out of the room with a promise that she would check up on me. Mom went to my side, and she carefully sat on the edge of the bed and held my hand as she looked down at me.

"Two things, Baby," my mom told me. "Two things. You're in trouble because you have no idea how to be responsible and drive carefully. You'll be grounded for the foreseeable future." I grimaced, and I could understand that a little. No need for me to argue with her. "And another thing, you scared me and your dad. You have no idea what we thought when we got the call from the police. . ."

She stayed with me for that moment before she had to go back on her rounds as Dad showed up. He was the type of person who could seemingly appear calm and collected, but people would automatically assume he would wear an angry expression on his face. That's usually not the case, though.

That day, he probably was mad, but he was also relieved I seemed to be alright. He was a firefighter, and he saw crashes that were less serious that people had died in. My dad was probably very relieved I didn't die or get too seriously hurt.

Through the haze of all of the pain meds, I felt sick. That's what usually had happened when I was given very strong meds. At least I wasn't feeling the pain, so I couldn't really complain over what was happening.

"They're saying you were saved by Robin," the nurse had told me when Dad went to go talk to Mom for a short moment.

"I must have passed out before he showed up," I admitted. "Because I don't remember that."

"You're lucky," the nurse told me. "If he hadn't been there. . ."

That was when Damian had arrived, bringing some flowers for me. He was working to keep himself pretty calm and collected, but I could see that his hands were shaking pretty badly.

"Hey, Dee," I said to him, and I could've sworn my voice slurred a little bit. Great.

He stopped himself from walking for a moment, taking in how horrific I had looked. For that moment, he needed to snap himself back into reality.

"You need to be more careful, Fritz," he said to me as he was able to walk over to me. "But, I am happy to see you are alright."

I gave him a small smile. It's always good to have him around. He always made everything seem much better.