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Should I say something witty?

OKAY so yeah, new chappie. Yay :D

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I peeked up from the ground. "Putting lights on my wheelchair." It was true. I pressed a button and bright LED lights lit up and flashed. I smiled happily from my place on the ground.

"Why?" He questioned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. I shrugged. "Why not?" He sighed and put me on the chair, sliding my arm into a cuff. The cuff was a add on, because my arm kept falling off the chair. I rolled as fast as I could and the lights made a rainbow-like circle. Bruce sighed and put me on the ground and plucked out all the lights.

"NOOOOO!" I yelled as I flailed my arm and leg like a child. He didn't seem to care as he set me back onto the light-less chair. Bruce opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was lost in incoherent sounds of demanding to see me and someone -Alfred- trying to calm said person. I looked to Bruce and smiled. He nodded and exited the room. The voice shut up -kinda- and Bruce gave orders to said person, whom brushed them off and ran into my room.

The red-head looked fairly pissed at the universe, his whole body tense as he scanned the room for any sign of me (Did I say that I hid in the place where the door covers? Because I did) and started to panic when he didn't see me.

"Dick?" He called, moving towards the bathroom. I followed him until he got by the cabinet under my sink and bent down, then I went full speed, stopped on a dime, and jumped with my arm and leg onto his back. He screamed and rammed me into the wall, which hurt, but I held on with my braced arm and unbraced leg. It took him twenty seconds to comprehend that it was me, which then he calmly walked to the bed and laid down onto it so I could safely unlatched his neck and waist. He turned around to look at me, and we locked eyes for a good ten seconds.

"You scream like Wally."

Roy relaxed a bit and smiled at me. I returned the smile and he laid down beside me.

"I bet Babs threw a hissy-fit."

"Yep."

"What was your excuse this time?"

"I went to Hong-Kong, mugging, a friend helped me with the bones." His smile faultered a bit.

"So how's your arm."

"And leg."

"Whatever."

"Dead." His eyes widened.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Didn't the team tell you? Disabled. My arm and leg self destructed on the left side." He quickly switched to my left side and tried to tickle my one tickle spot. I just stared.

"WHAT?"

"You seriously didn't know?"

"I was on a mission with Chesh and Kori."

"Why were you screaming down stairs, then?"

"The Team was kinda depressed, you weren't there, so I left immediately." He looked up, still in shock.

"Well, yeah, I'm kinda disabled."

"Who?"

"Deathstroke. I was forced to work with him for about two weeks, threatened the lives of all heroes, including you by the way, the Team figured it out and got the antidote-"

"That's why Flash stabbed me and Kori."

"Yeah, well, you were in danger. Anyways, he went into a fit and tried to kill me, he had a electric collar on me the whole time that injected a nerve-killing serum that was supposed to kill me, but the team gave me the antidote right after I lost my left limbs."

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"Roy."

"Excuse me while I plot my plan to sever his head for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Roy, your way of serving me is quite fantastic."

"Seriously, Dick, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You know that's a lie."

"Yep. I'm happily living my life in denial."

"Okay."

"Okay."

We laid there in silence for awhile.

"Wanna see my wheelchair?"

"Yep."

He picked me up and brought me to my wheelchair. After several life-death situations of flashing lights, stairs, and hats, he plucked me out of the chair and threw of the musical and moving Santa hat.

"Why did I agree to this?" He asked as he threw himself onto my bed. He glared at me as I smiled from next to him.

"Cause I make people due that..." I did my best creeper smile, which made Roy fling himself off the bed.

"Oh God, gross. Why?"

"Well, I have to entertain girls somehow, and it gets info, so.."

"EW!" I laughed. He returned to the bed.

"But seriously, the Deathstroke guy just... disables you and you're okay about that? Really? Why?" I stared outside the window to a crudely shaped tree.

"Well, you're not going to believe this, but I don't really feel sad. I kinda just... it's kinda there. And I can't really do anything about it, so..." Roy sat up and glared.

"No, no I don't believe that. Your upset, but you're not accepting it. God, Bats is rubbing off on you." He started, but I waved m hand.

"Seriously, I've tried to be upset, but it doesn't work. It's not allowing itself to be upset." Roy raised his eyebrow.

"Okay, but you have to swear that you're not secretly suicidal, okay?" I smirked and held out my pinkie.

"I'll pinkie promise." He rolled his eyes and shook pinkies. Right after, he said he had work and left. Once I saw his bike headlights fade off the small hill in which held too many secrets to be natural nor healthy, I forced myself to curl up and let tears slowly slid down my face.
I thought of everything that I couldn't do anymore. Just let those thoughts cover my mind as my body silently leaked and convulsed with tears. After about an hour of pure crying, the streams became so steady that it soothed my mind and sleep took over.

THERE. ITS RIGHT THERE. Now, review, cause I can see all who read ths and it kinda feels awkward when like, two out f one hundred people review.