EPILOGUE

"Broken wings can heal. I believe that Robin will fly again" - Alfred - Batman Forever

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. It was a long process to recovery, but it was bearable when KF and Artemis weren't fighting, which wasn't very often, though they decided to try and stop for the sake of my sanity. Bruce was able to pull some strings at Gotham Academy as to why I wouldn't be there for the last two months of school. I'm not really sure what story he told them, but they went along with it. I could just see the news story if anyone found out "Dick Grayson captured by the Joker; Saved by Batman." But if they had just told them that I had been taken as Dick, it would have made recovery extremely difficult with reporters and all that nonsense.
"Are you sure you feel up to this today?" Bruce asked for the billionth time that afternoon. I was still feeling kind of sore, but it was to be expected. Two months of recovery and the brand still hurt every once in a while. The stab wound wasn't as bad. Though, it wouldn't have taken so long to recover if I hadn't stop kept popping my stitches every couple of days.
Kaldur had finally accepted that I didn't blame him for what happened, though he had just come to that point a few days before. M'gann decided to make me cookies to help me feel better, but she couldn't figure out which part of the egg was the "egg white" so she stuck the shells in there. Batman was pretty upset when he found me with a couple of stitches popped as I kneeled over the toilet throwing up. Superboy acted strangely around me. I went back to training about a week before, but he seemed to be extremely gentle whenever he fought me, like he was afraid that I would shatter if he physically touched me. He spent most of the 2 months watching the fuzzy TV screen.
Bruce stayed at the mountain with me in that time. He went to work during the day, but afterwards, he would come back and sit with me. I talked him into helping me into the TV room one day to play some videos games... I popped yet another couple of stitches when I jumped up after beating him for the 5th time at Mario Kart, so he took me back to my room and gave me a book.
I made my way to my dresser and pulled out my green and yellow swimming trunks. Bruce left the room to get stuff while I changed. I looked in the full length mirror on my closet. I looked like I had gotten about an inch taller, maybe, so I was glad of that. I looked at the massive scar that spread across my stomach and then my gaze moved to the brand. The swirly "J" looked like an angry pink color.
I slipped on my shades and walked out of my room, feeling the aster. I was feeling completely traught, and I was totally whelmed. It felt good to be back to normal, able to walk around the mountain without somebody by my side at all times. When I reached the TV room, I slid into my brown American Eagle flip flops and joined the rest of the team at the front entrance.
The broken windows were fixed, the walls were sealed up. It looked like nothing had even forced its way into our home. We got a much better security system, also.
"You ready to go?" Batman asked. He wore black swim trunks and black shades that were identical to mine.
I nodded and couldn't help but laugh when Wally screamed "Last one there is a rotten egg!" and sped off as fast as he could to the beach.
Everyone else ran after him, but I stood behind with Bruce, who looked down at me, "You sure you're feeling up to this?" he asked with a smile.
"Of course!" I said before running ahead of him and joining the others in the water, leaving Bruce to set up our stuff on the sand.
Yep, everything is back to normal. I have what I need, and also what I don't. But some of the time, but I do have, I don't want...
"Team! I have a new mission for you!" Batman called from the shore.
We all sighed and made our way back.
"Suit up. Superman just alerted me that the League of Shadows is moving towards Gotham. We need you guy to go in, and get out. Don't forget, this is just a recon mission!"
I stayed back with Batman as the team ran inside. They had been going on occasional missions during the two months that I was recovering, so I figured that they would be going without me again.
"You sure you're feeling good today?" Bruce asked me.
"Better than I did yesterday," I replied.
"Go suit up. It's time Robin makes his reappearance," he replied, smiling.
Seeing Bruce smile behind the cowl was a strange sight, but I wasn't focused on that. I was going on a mission again! I ran back to the mountain and into my room, where I opened the closet door and pulled out one of my costumes. It had been a while since I wore the suit; since I was taken by the Joker. But I couldn't dwell on the past. I wasn't going to let it keep me from flying again. I was born to fly, ever since I was a kid, I was flying 50 feet in the sky, under the big top. Broken wings can heal and they can fly again. I may have the scars, but I can't dwell on them. I'm going to move forward, because I have everyone that I need. My name is Richard John Grayson, I walked with insanity, and I kept my mind.