Ch. 14
A/N: I'm back! Now, as far as the story goes, some of you may have noticed some weird jumps or flaws in the story time-line...I apologize for that; it's entirely my fault. However, I am also entirely too lazy to fix it. So...uh...those of you who have noticed nothing may carry on in ignorant bliss.
Now this is where I tell you that this chapter is a jump forward in time. Also, if any one wants a chapter that gives a summary of events (Ch. 1-13), pm me or leave a review saying so and I'll get right on it!
Dick put a hand up to his aching head. Unsteadily, he made his way to the restroom medicine cabinet to pop a painkiller or two. He looked at his reflection in the mirror: bed hair, rumpled tank, and eyes pinched at the sides from constant scrunching from frequent pain. Dick Grayson, the epitome of health! Or not.
He'd been doing well since starting his "break" from being part of some kind of team. The time to himself had been good after all of the mess(s) they'd been through. However, 'had' had been the key word. Once he'd gotten used to the solitude of becoming a mon-man show he'd started to notice something. He figured it had gone unnoticed for some time now, but that he'd been too bush or stressed until recently to notice. He'd been working with M'gann Martian man hunter long enough no to recognize that there was a block on his mind. Oddly enough he could distinctly feel that it was put in place by a Martian.
Now that he'd been aware of the block on his memories it annoyed him to no end that he didn't know what memories of his he couldn't access. Anger, though, overrode his annoyance. Someone had gone in his head and altered his memories. It had been driving him nuts for the past couple weeks. Which of the Martians he knew put it there?! Who else had their memories blocked from them?! All the worrying and paranoia is turning him into a wreck. And trying to look back, trying to find a probably timetable for when it had happened was difficult. Because...because it meant resurfacing moments with Wally…
If only Wally were there…
Making his way back to his rumpled bed, Dick collapsed, head bent low in hands. With a heavy, exhausted sigh he dry-swallowed his medicine. Leaning back he glanced sideways at his cell…
Feb. 18, 2015