Chapter 11
His breath came evenly, and his chest rose and fell in rhythm with it. His shoulder throbbed, but he paid no attention to it. The sheets were warm and soft against his naked body.
Bruce shifted lower in the bed, and was suddenly aware of a pricking in his right forearm. He winced and pulled his arm away, but the pain increased.
"Don't struggle, Bruce. It's only and IV tube."
A small hand laid itself on his forehead. The hand wiped the sweat from his forehead; he had not even realized how hot he felt.
"You took a bullet to the shoulder. Alfred said you had a concussion." Bruce could identify the voice now; it was Robin.
"How are you feeling?"
"Sleepy."
"It'll wear off." She sounded amused. "Just go back to sleep."
"Okay…. yeah…" he closed his eyes and sank down into the sheets. "Tell Alfred…."
"Yes? Tell Alfred what?"
Bruce sighed. "Tell him I want you to stay."
"Stay? For….. for good?"
"For good."
THE END
Part Two coming this summer! Look me up in June, and the story will continue!