December 17^th, 2001

4:20 a.m.

Gotham General, ICU, Room #215

 

            It’s been a long and rough couple of days. Everyone’s been having a rough couple of days, actually. Dick… especially. I know I haven’t had time in the past to get my thoughts down on paper or… computer in this case, but that’s only been for the reason that… well Dick… he was hospitalized. Now he’s… oh gwad… he’s sleeping, like the sweetest little angel anyone’s ever seen. Okay… maybe he’s not sleeping in all ethnical forms, but he IS in a way, and right now that’s all I want to believe that he’s doing… he’s sleeping—he’s NOT in a coma. Yes… he is. I need to make myself realize that, but it’s just SO, hard to, you know?!

            The doctors say he might never wake up, but I don’t believe them. I refuse to believe them. He came in with heavy external and internal bleeding—he was pushed out of a moving car when he arrived here, and later on I found out who did it to him. It was that same biotch that stabbed me and left me for dead. I would have died if it hadn’t have been for Nightwing and Arsenal, I wouldn’t even be standing here today. Lady Shiva did this to him. I told Bruce the moment I was able to get him alone. The rage and anger in that man’s face when I told him was beyond belief… Anyone could tell he was angered. Not only by his son’s hospitalization—and YES it was official on the fist of December, so Dick is really Bruce’s son legally—but by the fact that Cassandra had presented a set of tapes to him earlier, amongst other things. But this, I think, just made him snap. I’ve never seen Bruce so… torn over something to this degree.  Heh. We all know the man WAS human, but now this kinda sets it in stone.

            The day Nightwing’s blood stained and torn suit came through my window I was kidnapped by-- grr… the T’s. You know, one of the head gangs down here? Yeah, there’s a LOT of gangs down here… We’ve got the Deamonz, the LoBoys, your standard Bloods’ and Crips, and then the T’s. Wonderful, isn’t it? But I guess earlier, while both Garth and I were waiting this… guy (Who I later find out is the leader of the T’s) starts… Okay so I kinda LOST it and yelled at him, he got mad and threatened myself and Garth. Well, from THAT little account it all began. I was with Dick for a while… just staying and talking to him, but when I left to go to the bathroom… I remember getting REAL sleepy and then me waking up someplace dark with the leader of the T’s right there along with his crew. I struggled and kept struggling and somehow got free. I decided I wasn’t gunna be a victim anymore. I needed to get my strength back. At one point this man puts his hand over my mouth after leading the others on a blind chase and he tells me to “Shhh...” how am I supposed to know if he’s one of the good guys or the bad guys? He pulled me to my feet and I collapsed quickly under my own weight. Damn legs. It sucks sometimes, you know? “I can’t.” I told him

            “Don’t EVER say ‘can’t’. Start believing in yourself.” He picked me up and started heading for the nearest exit. It was then I truly got my first lesson this guy was RIGHT. I needed to start thinking like how I used to. Before I knew it something happened and a dart hit his neck and collapsed into uncounciousness, before I knew it I was hit and we were both chained up. When I finally came to AI asked the guy his name.

            “Richard Dragon. I’ve come to HELP you.”

            I told him I needed no help.

            “You do, so please don’t argue.”

            I asked him how he knew I was here and in NEED of ‘saving’.

            “I know, and I know who you WERE.” His voice was low, we were talking amongst ourselves. “You want to be HER again, don’t you?”

            I told him I did. But HOW could he know!? I asked him again.

            “I told you, Ms. Gordon. I know.”

            Within time Garth showed up, as well with Batman and Robin and managed to escape… unhurt—for once. If it weren’t for that Richard guy, I wouldn’t know what to think.

            When we got back to the hospital they wanted to check me out, make sure I was okay. I refused, went straight back to Dick’s side and… just slept. I woke up later and just continued to watch him, SO certain that he would be alright. I stayed up, did some work over my computer and went back to sleep. I had later awaked to find a yellow rose on my lap with a note attached to it. Signed W.W. Wally West. I haven’t seen him or talked to Him in… sooo long. Since November—about the second or third week—almost a MONTH! This was the first sign that he was actually… okay and more or less… alive. I rolled myself out of the room and into the hall and THERE I saw him. I KNOW it was him. His height, posture and EVERYTHING. He was talking to Roy! He came back—I was actually SO happy for that split second. I called his name… but he never turned around and just pretty much RAN for the door. I called him again. Why the hell would he run? From ME no less!? I watches the figure disappear out of sight and started back for Dick’s room, but before I did I asked Roy if that really was him. He never gave me an honest answer.

            “I’m sorry…” Was all he really told me. But from that, I knew. It was him.

            I was so angry… more upset than anything. I felt the tears starting to come down, but I forced them back and just went back to the room and stayed with Dick. It.. wasn’t until then I started to cry heavily. It almost felt that Wally wasn’t coming back. But… then the note said he would. I just wanted to cry and get it all out, you know? Sometimes it just feels GOOD to get it out.. well, that’s what Dick told me.

            After a while Donna came in and calmed me down somewhat… She’s SUCH a nice woman, just like her sister. They’re so valued on this world, and if anyone, I should know.

            Everything’s dark now, a hit of the morning sun pushing through the gray clouds is starting to show. Another day, another life to live. I think.. I might call Kara and see how things are going for her. Kinda is weird not talking to her like I have been. I sure hope she’s okay.

 

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