As Dick regained conscienceless his body was throbbing, especially his right arm and his head. He thought of how he came to be in such pain, the pounding in his head didn't help with his thought process. He remembered being at the Manor and talking to Jason on his way home, then trying to stay awake at the wheel, Crap. Dick hoped he was not the reason for the accident, and more importantly that no one else was hurt. His need to know if others were hurt forced Dick to open his eyes. He immediately regretted his discussion, his eyes were overwhelmed with a fully white room, Dick signed to himself, he hated hospitals. Dick looked around his white room, he noticed a few things, there were no windows or machines, but more importantly no family. Where were they?

Dick started to sit up in his bed, wanting to get a better view of his room, the soreness of his body made this difficult. There was nothing else in the room, aside from the bed he was in, and small toilet in the corner. There was no evidence of his family of ever being in the room, did they even care that he was in an accident?

Just then a click came from the door and a woman in white, Dick assumed a nurse, walked into his room. She is short and has a pixie hair cut, the brown roots coming from the top of her head suggested that the blond colour is from a box.

"Ah Richard you are awake, how are you feeling?" she pulled out a small flashlight and started to inspect Dicks eyes.

"Um… I feel alight. My head and right arm hurt the most"

"Well that does make sense, you fractured your arm and have a concussion" she put away the light and pulled the clipboard from under her arm. "Do you remember what happened Richard?"

"Dick"

"Excuse me?" Of course the woman thought he was insulting her.

"Call me Dick"

"Sorry Richard, rules are rules I have to call you by your given name. Again, can you tell me how this happened?" The woman's voice was cold and detached as she spoke.

What kind of hospital is this? "Okay then… I was in a car accident"

"Good and do you remember the days events? Please be specific," The nurse wrote down notes on the clipboard.

Oh shit, Dick was panicking, someone probably died in the accident, why else would they need the details of this evening, details like if he were drinking.

"Yea, I was driving back to Bludhaven from Bruce Wayne's house after my birthday, but I didn't drink anything, I promise," Dicks was talking faster by the second, fearing the worst. He couldn't live with a death on his conscience.

The nurse looked up from her notes, her eyes were filled with pity. She signed loudly. "I'll go get your doctor Richard, just a moment," she walked out closing the door with a click.

Dick's hands started to sweat, something horrible must have happened, who did he kill? How many people did he kill? Did he make a new orphan last night? Dick knew standing would not be easy, but he couldn't wait around in bed waiting for someone to come in and tell him he ended a life. Dick shifted his legs over the edge of the bed, his head already became dizzy, his body protesting every movement.

Just as Dick was about to stand he heard a click and the door opened. A man in a white lab coat walked in. The man looked like he cared very little about personal hygiene. His greasy dark brown hair made a short ponytail on the back of his head. His face was covered in unkempt scruff, either being too lazy to shave for a few days or not having the ability to grow one in the first place. His face showed obvious signs of stress, wrinkles crowded around his mouth and eyes.

"Good morning Richard," the man's voice was surprisingly deep for his appearance. As the man walked closer Dick could tell he was around his height and had a good build for a doctor. He sat down next to Dick on the bed.

The man looked Dick up and down, pulling out a note pad. "Let's start from the beginning Richard. Nurse Darrow said you had trouble remembering last nights events"

"What? No, I remember fine, listen Doc, was anyone else hurt in the crash?" Dick couldn't wait any longer, he needed to know now!

"No Richard, everyone else was fine. The passengers of the other car escaped with minor scrapes and bruises."

Dick let out the breath he was holding, what a relief. Now to ask the next pressing issue, where was his family? Before he could open his mouth, the Doctor spoke first.

"Richard please tell me the events of last night. Please be specific."

Dick raised an eyebrow in confusion; he thought he cleared the woods.

"Uh, sure. Like I said to the nurse, I was driving back from Gotham city to Bludhaven"

"Why were you in Gotham?"

"I went to Bruce Waynes Manor for my birthday."

"What is your relationship with Mr. Wayne?" Wow, this guy was nosey. On top of the mans lack to knowledge and his pale complexion, Dick guessed he didn't get out much. Most people knew about Bruce Wayne and his various adoptions throughout the years, the tabloids loved his family.

"Bruce is my adoptive father" Dick was getting tried of these ridiculous questions; he just wanted to go home.

The doctor rubbed the brim of his nose. "I thought we were making progress Richard."

"Progress? What are you talking about?" Dick's heart rate sped up.

"Richard, you had a breakdown last night and escaped. You somehow got a hold of a car –"

"Hold up Doc! Breakdown? Escaped? What the hell are you talking about?"

Dick's heart was beating at an alarming rate. The man placed a hand on Dick's leg, as if to bring comfort to the younger man.

"Richard, you're in New York Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane."

Dick's heart stopped.

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