Still don't own Nightwing or anything else DC does. Not suing would be appreciated.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews.

This is the sequel to Hit. Don't know how long it will be (didn't expect Hit to be so long), but here it is.


Dick spent much of his time asleep. He continued to recover, but it was slow. The goss had messed him up enough without calculating in the withdrawal. His heartbeat would still be a little uneven at times, but Leslie expected that to return to normal in time. He didn't have much of an appetite and he needed to recover the strength he lost from the days on the drug. He grew restless from the days spent in bed. He was never one to rest complacent in bed, especially a hospital bed.

There was a near constant buzz in his head from the medication to prevent the detox from the gossamer. He was weak and shaky, even sitting for a few hours or a short walk down the hall would wear him out and the tremor in his hands intensified. When he slept, he dreamed of the parts of his capture that he remembered.

After a week, Dick was about ready to escape on his own. Leslie had been giving him vague answers to his questions of when he could leave for a couple days.

Leslie came into his room as Dick was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had been trying to gather up the strength to make a break for it. He looked up and saw Bruce by the door.

Dick smiled. "When can I get out of here?"

"I'm going to release you." She paused. "Bruce and I have decided that it would be best if you were released into his care to recover."

His smile faded. "I'm twenty two, I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"Dick, once you leave this hospital, you will start to experience withdrawal. Gossamer is not a nice drug to come off of. You will need support and help if you are to get clean."

"Stop talking to me like I'm an junkie. I've seen it, I know. I'll be fine." He looked over at Bruce. "Just let me go home."

Bruce took a slow breath. "I know that you are strong enough to do this on your own, but it will be easier if you let us help you."

Dick knew they were right, he knew that the Goss would mess with him as it burned out of his system. "If it's too hard at home, then I give you permission to do what you think is necessary."


Leslie started to unhook the monitors and medication from Dick.

Bruce turned and saw Roy in the hall. "He's going home."

Roy looked in at his friend. "I'll stay with him."

"Call if you need anything." Bruce walked down the hall.

Leslie stepped out as Dick pulled on the jeans and shirt that Roy brought over for him. He came out into the hall where Roy was waiting.

"You ready?" Roy smiled.

Dick glanced down the hall. "More than ready." He paused. "Roy, I might need your help."

"I know."

As they walked down the hall, Leslie stopped Roy. She passed him a small paper bag that he tucked into his pocket. Dick didn't notice, he was still a little off balance and weak. They made it to the front where Roy left to get his car. Dick sat down on a bench.

Leslie stood next to him. "This next week is going to test you."

"I know."

"You're going to need help, as much as you don't want it now."

He nodded. "I'll be okay."

She turned to him. "I know you will."

Roy pulled up and Dick slowly stood. He climbed into the car and Roy pulled out of the parking lot. Dick leaned back in the seat with his eyes closed.

Roy glanced over. "How do you feel?"

"Tired." He paused. "How messed up was I when I came in?"

He focused too hard on the road. "You weren't breathing."

"I don't remember much." He tried to sound as apologetic as he felt.

"Yeah, well…" Roy looked over at Dick for a moment.

Roy pulled into the parking lot behind the apartment building. They climbed out of the car and up the few flights of stairs. Dick was slightly out of breath when they arrived at his door.

"Maybe I'm not as fit as I thought." He muttered as Roy opened the door.

Dick walked into the room and sunk into a chair. Roy gathered the mail that had accumulated on the floor and placed it on the kitchen table. He dropped into another chair.

"So, what now?" Roy paged through a book.

Dick closed his eyes. "I guess we just wait."

He winced as a flash of pain shot through his head, a warning of worse to come. He opened his eyes and sat forward. Roy watched him carefully. He knew that Dick had a long road ahead of him, a road that neither would wish upon their worst enemies, and there were a fair few that deserved it. Roy remembered all to well and all to vividly his days of detox and he wished for another way that was easier for Dick.

Dick stood and leaned against the arm of the chair as he gained his balance. "I think I'm going to sleep for a few hours. I'm pretty tired."

"You need me to get anything?"

He paused. "Maybe just basic groceries, milk, bread. Whatever you want since it seems like everyone's set on keeping an eye on me." He walked down the hall to his room.

"Barbara's coming over later." Roy said.

Dick stopped and turned. He rolled his eyes. "I don't need a babysitter."

Roy glanced away. "Listen, I know that right now you think you can handle it, but you can't. If I didn't have my friends at my side when I detoxed, I'd be just another junkie on the street." He paused. "This shit's stronger than you, that's how it was designed. You're going to do things and want things that you never dreamed of in your worst nightmares."

Dick leaned against the wall. "Way to keep the morale up." He smirked.

Roy held Dick's gaze.

Dick looked away. "Thanks, ahead of time, for what you're going to do for me. I'm really tired, so…"

Roy nodded. Dick turned and disappeared into his room. He dropped onto his bed and pulled the blankets up over his shoulders to combat the sudden chill he got. He closed his eyes and listened to his heartbeat in his ears as he drifted off.