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Hey, I'm just wanted to say that I made a FF Skype account so if any of you want to talk to me, you can ask but I don't feel safe just to put it out here yet, and I'll probably wear a hoodie 'cause it's fun. XD But if you wanna talk, just come ask.

ROBIN POV

The metal table made an uncomfortable chill run down my spine. I was only half-conscious the whole operation. I knew that Elliot would make a bargain with the Team, but it was kinda over-run by the idea of getting back your arm and leg. Even after just about a day without them was pure torture. I didn't really want to cry, knowing that Bruce was most likely watching to make sure I didn't try to hop away and end up getting hurt. Or worse.

I mentally smirked at the thought of Bruce. He was sure to have a new level of bat-glaring for them when they got back. I need to apologize to him later for that.

But anyways, I didn't really feel anything, except for the occasional jolt of pain when he started to connect the nerves and everything. I couldn't really hear or see, I guess he decided against me not getting any pills. Or maybe at some point I did feel pain and passed out from it. Either way.

After awhile of mentally humming to myself, I felt a huge, sudden, and violent string of pain in my left arm. Usually, I would of been able to handle this, but the random attack gave me no time to brace myself. A few seconds later, it happened again. II waited a few more sore seconds, anticipating the next shock, but none came. My leg and arm were throbbing. I was in the dark and mentally screaming out in pain as I felt something grab me, apparently ignoring any sign of the possible pain on my face.

That lasted for a minute before I was laid down on another table, but this one was softer and warmer. I relaxed into it and slowly fell into actual dreamless sleep.

SOME AMOUNT OF TIME LATER

I woke up with a jolt. I forgot the situation for a few moments, wondering what the heck was going on. I propped myself up onto my elbow with a groan. I placed my hand to my head and plopped back down. I racked my brain until I remembered what had happened. I looked down at my left hand, but before I could do anything, the bat came in.

He took a moment to pause and glare, which I smirked at, before moving over to the chair next to me.

"You left while immobile." He said, a bit of annoyance creeping into his

"I hadn't noticed." He gave me another glare. I laughed.

"Wally told me that you were gettiing pizza."

"It was good. After all, SOMEONE refuses to give his IMMOBILE AND SOON TO BE DEPRESSED son some pizza." I glared at him and he gave a short laugh.

"But because of that fiasco, I've decided to put on a brace for your arm and leg." I flung the sheets off of my body in a dramatic way and threw my head on the pillow at the sight. The two limbs were pressed up against some bandages and metal.

"What's the point in this?" I cried. He laughed.

"Punishment." He relied simply. I tucked my my chin down and did my best to cross my arms, having to lift my left arm into position, and made a pouting face.

"Only for a month." He said. He stood up and walked behind a curtain. "Until then, you can use this." He pulled it open and a electric wheelchair came out. At least it wasn't one of those 'old people' ones. It was black and had a foot rest that you could asjust to any hight or level and the arms were sleek and thin. The chair itself was made of leather and was just the right size for me. The top even had a fold over top for a shade.

I gave a sigh and flung myself yet again against my pillows. I REALLY didn't want to look like a disabled person. Not that I had anything against them. I just preferred walking. He brought it next to me, and I noticed the hidden areas that held... weapons. I gave him a questioning ook and he shrugged. The next thing I noticed was a pop up mini holographic computer, just like the one on my Robin costume. I grinned wildly before looking at the last part. The wheels weren't thick, and they had little tiny spikes at the end. I looked back at the speed levels, and saw that it went up to fifteen miles per hour. I ginned wickedly and completely ignored my disability and flung myself at the machine. Bruce caught me and much more gently lowered me onto it.

He only gave me a few moments to glance at it before picking me out of it. I gave him yet another questioning look.

"School" He said as he walked over to my closet. He puled out my school uniform and threw it at me. "I assume you can do this on your own?" I nodded and began undressing. It took me about five minutes to do the jeans, and about three for the white shirt. I threw my pale blue jacket onto the chair and figured out a way to get onto it. I figured out how to go without killing myself by crashing into something at twelve MPH. I gelled my hair into a slick straight line and brushed my teeth and washed my face.

After that, I found my tie ad quickly finished my uniform. I went to the stairs, and found myself with a whole new situation.

"Stairs." I spat. I figured outt y best chances in my head and slowly backed up. With a deep breath, I went full speed off the stairs.

"DICK NO!" I heard Bruce yell. I yelled with a mix of fear and excitement and tried to steady myself while air-born. I came closer and closer to the ground. The last minute, I pulled in reverse full speed and when I landed, I jerked back and hit the brakes just before hitting the stairs.

The whole hall way was silent for a second before I muttered "How the heck did the axial not break." Moments later, I heard Bruce rush down the stairs. He glared at me full on, which he only does when I do something really bad.

"How did you know that you wouldn't crash?" He seethed. I put on a smirk.

"I didn't." And with that, I casually rolled away. I found my book bag and put it in the compartment that was under the chair. Knowing that the scool wasn't that far away, I went full speed on the sidewalk and got there before the bell rang. I tried to keep my head down, but the moment I arrived, a bunch of kids swarmed me.

"Whoa Wayne, what happened?"

"Were you jumped?"

"I don't remember seeing you on the news. Every hurt rich kid gets his own one hour news cast."

"DICK!"

I stopped trying to wheel through the crowd when I saw Barbra rushing towards me. She hugged me and started to shake me like crazy.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" She roared. I just remembered that I probably missed like, two weeks of school. It would of been a lot easier without a dead limb.

"I was jumped in Hong Kong. Business trip with Bruce. A friend helped me heal a bit." I lied. After a few years of this, it gets easy. Not telling the truth and stuff. Barbra hugged me harder and asked me about it as we roamed around the courtyard.

After school, I quickly made up the homework I lost and was picked up by Alfred. He had a wheelchair holder on the back of the car. He slid me in and hooked it up on the back.

After a quick drive to drop off Babs, who came with us, we returned back. We had been invited to a party, which we agreed to go to. It didn't take long for my story to spread, and with that came rumors of Bruce beating me. One lady actually attempted to sneak me away saying that 'She was going to be a good mother and protect me from Bruce'. I quickly went in full reverse and drove away three MPH.

After that long day, I quickly got ready for bed. Just as I figured out how to get situated in a proper form, I let my gaze fall to my arm. Bruce didn't know, which was a surprise. I slowly let my fingers reach towards the fake skin before I stopped. I wasn't going to touch it till it moved. I laid my hand over the cast, though, and silently prayed that nothing would go wrong.

I was thinking of pushing it back towards the Slade thing, but I decided no. Maybe later. For now and the next chapter, it'll be him and his cast XP Get ready for a crack chappie!