Its been about a month since Robin had the encounter with death. He was starting to walk around and being able to do small fight motions since his punctured lung was healed. The only thing that needed to heal was his side and his broken bones.
He would still be in pain, but now he could fight. Just not as well as he could be fighting. He just doesn't want to be jello when he gets back into the fighting field. Right now, Dick was stretching his legs and arms, getting ready to do some minimal fighting. He knew he couldn't stretch, twist or punch his side in order to not rip the wound open.
"Are you sure you want to start fighting again?" Canary asks, looking at Dick as he favored his right side. Canary sighed. She knew Robin wasn't up to the task, and yet the boy still wasn't ready to give up.
"Im good, are you backing out on me?" He asks, smirking his cocky grin.
"Im not so sure im backing down on my own accord. You seem to still be healing, this is no time to fight and risk bleeding out again like last time." She says.
"That was by accident. I didn't mean to turn my body that sharply!" Dick shouted, folding his arms.
"Okay, listen Dick. Im only gonna say this once. Get some rest and then we will fight in two weeks. You still need to heal." She says, folding her arms.
"So you are backing down on me!" He shouted, smirking. "So not asterous of you!"
Canary rolled her eyes and rushed forward in a blink of an eye, grabbing Dick by the throat with her elbow as she knocked him down to the ground. He grunted, holding his side from the impact.
"Cheating is a new low, Canary." He grunted, grabbing his side protectively.
"If its to stop you from bleeding out, then of course cheating is the best way to go. Now get up and go back to the hospital bed." She ordered before leaving the room. Dick blew his hair out of his face, staring at the ceiling while on his back.
He hasn't really talked to his team yet, still mad at them for not protecting him and not being a team. Plus another reason is that Batman has them running on Missions left and right to keep their minds occupied. So far, the only person who has really sat down and had a conversation with him is Wally, and thats because he forced himself into the room at night to talk to him. When Batman found out, boy was Wally in trouble.
Other than that, Dick has only said hi to his teammates. He was afraid of going any further than those words. Dick finally got up off the mat and walked towards the door, holding his side as he did so.
He walked into the medical bay where his medical officer was standing by, looking at the boy with concern. He rolled his eyes, knowing he was gonna get a lecture about his slightly red bandages.
He sat down on the bed and let the doctor go to work. Dick's mind wandered tok when he hurt Wally and sighed. He mever met to and now Wally had his forearm covered up from him. He wants to see how it looked, but he couldnt because Wally was keeping it hidden.
Dick glanced down, seeing his own wound which was bright purple from bruising and stitches still holding it together. His back must look the same since the sword went all the way through him. He watched as the doctor covered the wounds up and he couldn't help but bite his lips.
"When do you think Batman will stop by?" He asks the doctor, who paused midway in sealing up the wound.
"Who knows. Once he is here, though, there's n doubt that he will be in here to talk." The doctor smiled, finishing up the wrapping. Once he was, Dick lied back and stared at the ceiling. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
*An abandoned Junkyard*
The wind blew through his mask, giving him a reason to breathe in the cool night air. He smirked at the town below him, looking at it with happiness as he felt the terror of the citizens. Nothing made him happier than the screams of his victims.
"Deathstroke, i have some news that i know you are dying to hear." A familiar voice says.
Deathstroke turned around to be met by Sportsmasters face. Deathstroke folded his arms and leaned up against a broken down truck. "Go on." He said.
"I met with my daughter, and some harsh words were exchanged, but she let something slip that she didn't even catch herself." He paused and smirked. "It seems the little bird is still alive and kicking." He says.
Deathstroke shoved off the car, obviously taken aback by this news. "He's still alive?" Deathstroke asks.
When sportsmaster nodded, Deathstroke smirked. "How intriguing that the boy didn't die. He seems to be worthy of my appraisal." Deathstroke says.
"What should we do with this information?" Sportsmaster asked.
"We wait for the right moment, and then we kidnap him. Someone of that skill, to survive me and not to mention get a few good hits on me is worth turning into someone of our skills." Slade said, looking out on the town. "I want to take Robin and make him into my protégé, but even that is gonna take some breaking of the mind to do." He chuckled as he stared out at the sky, taking in the beautifully dark city.
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Taken
Fanfiction(This is my take on how Robin became Nightwing) Dick Grayson is a loveable dork, but also a mischief brat. There really is no inbetween for our young bird. But what happens when he gets stabbed by Deathstroke and nearly dies? What will his team thin...
