After I've had breakfast, Tim has me try to write.
We discover that I can make straight lines but not curved or diagonal ones. As for making dots, I could do that before I got the injection. So there are a handful of letters I can make now.
Tim grins when I make a capital T.
Once the handwriting practice is over, it's on to improve what Alfred calls my elocution.
The more syllables a word has, the harder a time I have trying to make it understood.
It's in a halting voice that I say, for the first time, I am Ash to grins from my family.
Oh, and I don't see my speech in midnight black any more. It's a green-gray.
Plus it sounds like I have a hint of my Mom's lilt. My eyes well up when I hear it.
Hear that, Mam? I sound a little like you, especially when I speak Irish. It kind of makes me feel as if I have you, Niamh and Brendan with me when I talk.
When I sing, on the other hand, I feel I sound more like Niamh, though I don't think I'm anywhere near as good at it as she was.
As for Padraig, he's in jail.
Superman and Flash have him making solutions to help the other people that he tampered with.
Dad suggested I meet them but I don't think that I want to. I don't think that they'd want to meet me either.
Why would they?
I have the last name and eyes of the man who altered their speech and, in most cases, ability to write by hand. They'd probably hate me.
Alfred, however, hit on the idea of me administering the solutions.
I think I'd like to do that, actually. Sort of a clearing of my name. I'm the good wolf.
Anyway, after a couple of days, I'm administering the first solution to Moira Delaney. Unlike mine, hers works instantly. It did have less to repair.
On to the next person!
By the time I've administered all the solutions, my own speech and handwriting are how they should be. I can't help but grin when I find that out.
The news of my miraculous recovery ends up getting spread pretty quickly, though, thankfully, it doesn't expose my connection to Psywolf, who, I might add, is now a part time member of the Justice League.
Hey, Batman is too so, as they say, like father, like daughter.
You'd have to know him to be able to tell that he was proud though. What can I say, my Dad can be emotionally constipated.
Nightwing and Red Robin were there for my inauguration too. Much like Flash, their pride of me was really obvious.
I mean, Nightwing whooped. Brothers, I tells you.
As for my emotional state, I'm not as shy as I used to be and I'm working on my anxiety. I should add that I speak in Irish when I'm surprised or scared now, though I don't feel completely sure why.
To change the subject, as you might have guessed, I can sing Aisling's song from The Secret of Kells now.
I actually did it for the first time on Dick's birthday. He seemed to like it, though, give me some credit, that's not the actual gift I gave him.
No, I got him a big book of elephant pictures. He really likes elephants. (That's what happens when your brother's a circus peanut.)
I still have the copy of Jim Brandenburg's Brother Wolf: A Forgotten Promise he gave me with Spirit of the Wolf by Shaun Ellis. Sure, I like to read but pictures are good too. Ones of butterflies can be really pretty.
Anyway. Dick's birthday.
Tim and Babs made an app that you can use to raise your own virtual elephant.
Hey, that reminds me I can probably get rid of my text-to-speech app. It's not as if I have a sentimental reason for keeping it.
Probably couldn't hurt to still have it though. I mean, what if I get laryngitis?
Right. You're probably wondering what Dad got Dick for his birthday.
Well, he donated an amount of money that would be ridiculous for anyone but him to an organization that helps protect elephants. Just like he does every year.
Dick, being a notorious punster, refers to said money as the ele-fund. Yeah, we roll our eyes at that too.
Alfred, as always, makes the birthday cake and, just like every year, it's delicious.
Unlike all the other years, though, this is the first time that I have been able to join in singing the happy birthday song.