Oh my god

I love you lovely reviewers.

You guys are great.

Can I marry you guys?

Doesn't matter guy or girl it's legal now XD

Okay, well, I decided to finish this story in a couple chapters, like five if things go as planned.

So here

:D

Dick rolled around the manor. It was fairly normal today, but recently he's had a feeling of dread creep over him.

What if the surgery didn't work? Did Hush lie to him?

Dick sighed as he went down to the Batcave. Bruce was on a mission with the JL, so he should be gone for the rest of the night. Something with a bunch of solar waves or something.

He went over to the Bat-Computer, or whatever Bruce wanted to call it. Opening up the files, he quickly went through the cases, solving them before sending them back to the PD on Gordon's laptop. He hacked into the JL's computer and fixed some design errors. Then he hacked into Cadmus facilities and made the lights glitch and the computers loose some data (Okay, he just stored it all in a coded file, but they didn't know that yet).
Sighing, he wheeled through the trophies and flicked the giant two-sided coin, almost made a couple fall, and brushed dome dust off for Alfred.

He stopped in front of a glass case and looked up at it. His costume was there, on a white doll's body with the head looking up. Dick patted the glass case. He it didn't hurt to look at it anymore. It only hurt when he had hope, which he lost a little while ago. He figured he wouldn't be a hero anymore, and that the best he could do was to learn how to type as quickly with one had, not to mention is less dominate one.

'twitch'

Dick froze, his eyes widened.

He looked down at his left side. He poked it, and a wave of oins and needles poked lightly where he touched his supposedly disabled arm.

He concentrated on moving again, almost disappointed when it didn't move. But then he felt his joints creak as he started tapping with his left fore-finger.

Dick laughed. Just laughed. But it wasn't his usual laugh, it was his 'this-is-a-cruel-and-horrible-joke' laugh. But then it hit him that it would be just short of impossible for someone else to move his finger besides him.

So then he laugh. This one was happy.

It had been three years.

He was sixteen.

And he could move.

Pretty short, I know. And it might not be so much as five chappies, tell me what you think. What will happen when Bruce finds out? Review!