With Abbie’s biceps in wraps and her body in one of those stupid dressing gowns, she felt like a fool and most likely looked like one. Problem something along the lines of a mental patient, who couldn’t take care of herself; and now she was stuck alone in a hospital….

Time went by and her phone lay dormant, no one would talk to her and even her father wouldn’t message her. He was probably fully aware that when she had recovered she would reach out to him. It wasn’t just him she would reach out to upon her release from hospital. A few things moved through her mind and her body shook slightly at the thought. It was a long shot but if it worked it could help end a lot of problems that the city has.

It was a good week before anyone showed up and to her surprise it was Dick; though she was sure she would never see him again because of his lack of communication with her. They had went from talking and texting almost every day to no communication for nearly three weeks. The blonde opened her sleepy eyes to see the nurse come in saying something about a visitor. Which was followed by a neatly dressed Dick Grayson in a suite with a blue tie and he even brought her flowers. A smile moved across her full lips as she looked up at him with her hazel eyes.

“Hi.” She said softly, sounding sleepier than anything else. She proceeded to pull herself up from her laying down position, wincing as she used to biceps but at the same time; she really didn’t want to be lying down anymore. “Little beat up but just really ready to go home.” Her small shoulders rose and fell with a shrug before she gave him a small smile. “Though you’d be guaranteed a victory in pool with my arms out of commission; suit looks good on you by the way but I think I enjoy seeing you in jeans and a t-shirt more. Seems more like your style.” She said with grin on her face, “Thank you for coming by, you’re the first visitor I’ve had since I arrived. I was bringing to think people didn’t care.”