As soon as Bruce was gone, Dick tried to get out of bed. He sweeped his feet over to the side, barely touching the floor. Sometimes he hated being short. His stomach and arms ached but he still pushed on. He got to a standing position and seemed to be doing well until he took a step forward and landed on his face. "Why does this only happen to me?" he muttered, weakly trying to push himself up. His arms were still weak from the attack so he kinda had to just lay on the floor.

"What're you doing on the floor?" M'gann shrieked, instantly picking him up bridal style. "Tried to stand," he replied with a smile. "You could've opened your wounds! Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, setting him back on the bed. "I'm fine just walking isn't an option right now," he answered.

"Okay. The others want to talk to you, do you want me to carry you to the commons room?" Dick raised an eyebrow with a grin. "M'gann, do you know what a wheelchair is?" he asked through a laugh. "Yes I do, cheeky." She giggled. "Let me go get it and don't try to stand up again."

She floated out the room and returned with a chair. "Need any help getting in?" she asked. He shook his head and sat in it with some difficulty. "What did they want to talk to me about?" he asked. She gave him a look which meant he was supposed to know. "The mission?" She nodded making him groan with annoyance. "We're just worried," M'gann insisted. "I know, I know." he murmured.

They entered the room that was devoid of any conversation. "Wow, lively in here. M'gann, you gotta take me back to the med bay I can't handle a party such as this." Dick said sarcastically, earning a small chuckle from the resident shape-shifter. Wally saw him and sighed. He hated arguing with Dick and he knew it was about to happen. It always did when Dick did stuff like this.

"Dick, you can't keep doing this," he told him. Dick shrugged and moved himself onto the couch with M'ganns help. "You can't just shrug! You could've died!" Artemis yelled.
"You could've too! It's the hazard we've all had to come to terms with!" Dick yelled back. "No, what you do is take on our hazards as well as your own. You fight for those who cannot, we can fight yet you still do this," Kaldur replied. Dick rolled his eyes.

"Why can't you understand what you do is endangering you?" Wally asked. Dick looked up to him. "I do understand the danger!"
"Then why do you do it!" Wally yelled back. "Because I'm protecting you! I'm sorry that I like to keep my friends safe!"
"What you're doing isn't helping at all! What you do is dumb!" Wally shouted. "I'm trying! You've never fought Slade before!"

Wally's teeth were gritted and Dick's eyes were teary. Whenever Wally shouted at him he felt like crying and almost always he did. "You've never won against him! Bruce always has to bail you out and you know who has to deal with your night terrors? Me!" Wally shouted. Dick let his tears fall and looked away from Wally. "I'm sorry I'm such a chore." he muttered angrily. "That's not what I meant and you know it," Wally said, softening at the sight of the tears. "We should leave them," M'gann suggested to the others. They nodded and left the couple alone.

Wally sat next to Dick with a sigh. "You know I didn't mean it." Wally repeated. "No no it's fine I'm just the worst thing that's happened to you," Dick replied. "Don't say that! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" Wally insisted. Dick winced at his voice and covered his mouth with his hand anxiously. The speedster sat back and held Dick's hand, thinking of ways to cheer him up.

"Hey Dick do you have a dictionary?" he asked. Dick turned to him in confusion. "Because check out this definition." He flexed and Dick hid his smile. "Know what this shirt is made out of?" Dick shrugged. "Boyfriend material." He laughed and hugged Wally. "Tu iubesc," Dick said with a smile. "I love you too. Let's get you to bed," Wally said, placing Dick in the wheelchair. "You joining me?" Dick asked, blushing a little. "Always babe."