A/N: This is totally not late... I have no idea what you're talking about...
Okay, I'm sorry, I know, it's late... But I have an excuse!
I had a severe case of writers block, but Randomkitty101 gave me some medicine so that was fixed.
So then I wrote the entire chapter on my laptop, and closed it without publishing because it was like 2am but when I opened it again my laptop crashed and is still not working! Agh!
So, then I wrote it on my iPad Air in Doc Manager but the page refreshed when I opened it again and I lost it, so I have had to write this notes so excuse any grammar and/or spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice, Cartoon Network would be doomed.
Dick slowly hobbled along the corridor, sighing in agitation. How could all of this happen so quickly? Maybe it was Bruce's fault...
NO! You chose this life Grayson! Dick mentally scolded himself.
He stopped at the cloakroom, sitting down in the bench. He placed his crutches next to himself, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
He pressed '2' for speed dial.
After a few rings, an elderly voice greeted him.
"Master Dick?" The voice questioned.
"Hey, Alf..." Dick responded, picking the fraying edge of his blazer sleeve.
"Are you okay, Master Dick? Has something happened? You are supposed to be in class..."
"Look, I'll explain later, could you pick me up?" Dick asked, pulling a thread out of his sleeve.
"Of course, Master Dick. I shall be there in fifteen minutes." Alfred replied, hanging up.
Dick sighed and lolled his head back, resting it on the benches backrest. He sat there for a few minutes, staring at the bench opposite him, before grabbing his crutches and slowly hobbling along the hallway.
He came to a stop just outside the canteen [1], trying to push open the door. He growled and pushed again, opening the heavy piece of metal slightly [2]. He pushed the end of one of his crutches through it and pushed again, finally opening it enough for it to swing the rest of the way.
He limped across the gravel and came to the blue gates of the academy. He walked out of the open gates and went to the car park, where Alfred was already waiting with on of this less expensive cars that Bruce owned.
Dick walked up to the car and opened the backseat, slipping into the Ferrari [3]. He placed his crutches on the seat and did up his seatbelt, nodding to Alfred. Alfred nodded back and started the car, backing out of the car park.
"So, Master Dick, what happened this time?"
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"And then I asked you to pick me up..." Dick finished, back to picking at his blazer.
"Oh good heavens... What will happen to Master Bruce? Or more importantly, you?"
"Don't have a clue... But hopefully this is just a fluke, and we'll find a way to blow this over... Right?"
Alfred paused and returned his eyes to the rear view mirror.
"I do not know Master Dick... I do not know..."
A/N:
[1] I have no idea if Americans call it a canteen so I'll explain, a canteen is like a lunch hallor a cafeteria, so there ya go!
[2] At my school the doors are metal and glass, so I'm guessing all schools' doors are.
[3] I said one of the less expensive ones at Wayne Manor... What did you expect? A Vauxhall?