Oh yeah! Last chapter baby! Hope I didn't compleatly ruin it with this last one.

I don't own YJ or anything that's really important in this world.

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| Gotham Memorial Hospital

| Dick's room

(Dick's P.O.V)

I woke in a real groggy state. My limbs ached and my eyes were heavy. I couldn't remember much, one or two events before I had passed out. I remembered the team coming after me, and my talk with Wally. Then I remembered a little bit about Batman beating up Joker. I hope he put that man in a body cast! Just saying. I remembered that Wally was also injured, but with his powers he should be mostly healed by now.

I couldn't open my eyes, they were just too heavy. I let my other senses take over, hoping to figure out what was going on. First I got my smelling back, that helped nothing! Well, actually it did smell pretty clean, I was most likely in a hospital room. Next my feeling, I could feel a soft structure, a bed maybe? Finally I got my hearing to work. The room was quiet, except for two people talking off to the side.

"The blood transfusion went well, but whether he'll wake up or not is still a mystery. I'm sorry Bruce." Bruce! He was here! He was okay! "But in the mean time, you should get your bullet wound looked at. It's not horrible but if we don't patch it up it could become infected." Scratch that last thought. When did Bruce get shot? Before he saved me? While I was asleep? I didn't know, but I didn't want Bruce hurt.

Knowing that it was my fault just made the guilt worse. I had done this. I couldn't defend myself and now Bruce was hurt because of it. I tried to open my eyes again but still I couldn't. I seemed to be in a semi conscious state and couldn't get out of it. I wish I could though. I really do wish I could. I couldn't help but wonder if I could ever get out of this semi couscous state. My uncle was in a permanent comatose state, I was scared that I would also be.

"He will wake up, he has to, he's strong."

"I don't doubt that he's strong. But even someone as strong as him could pass away."

"I need him Lesley; he's all I have left."

My heart ached as I heard my father's words. He needed me and I needed him. With a new found determination I tried opening my eyes again. For what seemed like forever I tried, until finally my eyes fluttered open. I quickly squinted them against the bright lights above me. I looked around the room until I found Bruce and Lesley.

"Br-Bru-Bruce…?"

(Normal P.O.V)

"Br-Bru-Bruce…?"

Lesley and Bruce both turned around. Dick was lying in bed with his eyes squinted open. Bruce couldn't believe his eyes. There was his son, all hope had been lost, and yet there Dick lay, awake! Bruce couldn't help but run over and hug Dick. He pulled the raven haired boy into his arms and just sat there hugging him. Dick hugged back, he looked guilty and close to tears.

"Dick," Bruce said, pulling away from the hug. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

"I-I'm sorry," Dick said holding back a sob.

"Why are you sorry?"

"You and Wally got h-hurt, and it's m-my fault." Bruce suddenly understood his son's guilt.

"None of this is your fault," Bruce said, pulling Dick back into the hug. "Do you hear me? None of it, you didn't know you would get taken, or that Joker would hurt Wally. You didn't know any of it. It's not your fault." Dick sobbed into Bruce's shoulder, just happy to be reunited with him.

"I missed you Bruce." Dick sobbed.

"I missed you too my Micul pasăre."

| Wayne Manor

Lesley had let Dick go home to recover. She said it would be better if he was back at the manor with Alfred and Bruce. Of course the second they got home Dick had been sent straight to his room, thanks to Bruce and Alfred's over protectiveness. Dick was no sitting in his bed watching the news. Not really caring that he was in bed for once. He hurt everywhere! Even with the pain killers!

Plus cracked, and or broken ribs were just plain painful! He didn't care who you were! Four broken, two cracked that was just horrible! Not like he could really complain, he'd been through worse. But, can you really blame him? He turned his attention back to the screen as a small story of him getting rescued came on.

"Miracles do happen in Gotham." Jake Rider stated, "For one fortunate boy who was rescued from a brutal kidnapping. Thirteen year old, Dick Grayson, son of Bruce Wayne, was rescued earlier today. The three kidnappers have been put in jail. Joker, Ivy, and Two Face are now on their way back to Arkham. The boy was rescued by Batman, and a group of young heroes. Though when he found him he was in pretty rough state, he pulled through and has gone back home to recover."

Dick smiled as the news ended. He was about to find another channel when his phone rang. He picked it up and placed it by his ear. "Hello?"

"Dude, what's up?"

"Hey Wally, what's going on?"

"The Teams training right now. Mind if I put you on speaker phone, everyone thinks you're dead or something."

"Hmm, what the heck." He smiled, wanting to hear his team's voices.

"Hey guys, Rob's on the phone, say hi Rob!"

"What's up guys?"

"Robin, where were you, we were so worried."

"Bed rest, bad encounter with one of my baddies."

"Wait a minute. Wally said you couldn't talk because of Joker venom." Artemis accused.

"When did you start listening to Wally?" He could almost hear Artemis blush. "No, I just said that to scare Wally." He said, trying to cover up the lie Wally had obviously said. "I've been out of commission for a while now; a few hours alone with Killer Croc could do that to you."

He could hear his friends asking if he was okay, they all knew how dangerous Killer Croc was. "Guys, I'm fine, oh and by the way, good job. Saw that you saved that Grayson kid. But seriously guys, I got to go, but before I do. Wally?"

"Ya buddy?"

"You're a terrible liar." With that Dick hung up. Bruce walked in the room shortly after he hung up.

"You need anything Dick?"

"No, I'm fine, but Bruce?"

"Ya Dick?"

"I'm really happy your okay."

"I'm glad your okay too Dick."

"Love you dad."

Bruce's heart skipped a beat at the last word, but smiled lovingly none the less, "Love you too, son."

It's so fluffy I'm gonna die! Dick lives to get tortured another day! See you all later! Miss you guys so much!