Finding The Piece (Batboys x Reader)

Chapter 28

Well dang... I died- my bad guys

  Also, short chapter because next is the Epilogue....

*previously*

  And just like that, I was left to stand there alone, unnoticed as I watched my lifeless looking body get carried away by the group. I seemed to stay near it as it wouldn't let me go far as I watched them walk away. I reached out for Damian, seeing him acting so not like himself, but my hand just went through his form. I could feel my teeth sinking into my lip as I bit it, shaking my head as I looked at them go on with the wet half-corpse, Dad carrying me. I frowned as I looked at them, just wanting to hug them and let them know I was there, that I was alive,

"I'll get back to you guys. I swear I'll stay alive for you,"

___1st Person POV_____

   "God this is boring," I groaned out as I just watched the boys take turns watching over me as if I was back in the cage again. The only difference is that I wasn't in a cage but instead on a hospital bed in the cave. Just out in the open, in the medbay area, just chilling on a hospital bed with a heart monitor hooked up to me.

  It was sad to watch, yes. But so funny to listen to some of the boys as they just liked to talk out loud, ESPECIALLY TIM. He loves to talk to me about his missions with the Young Justice League, talking about how he kicked this dude's *ss or how he knocked down a whole hallway of guys. It was just nice to listen to him, since I couldn't go that far. Like, I could walk away from my body, but it somehow always brings me back to it, almost as if there's an imaginary border surrounding it. I was just let to sit there and listen, not doing anything, not able to say anything to them.

   Staring at Damian, I started to circle him, examining his every feature since what else was there to do? I can't interact with anything, it's like I'm a ghost, and even if I could interact with stuff, they'd probably figure it to be a demon and have me exorcised.

  Letting out I sigh, I went to poke Damian, "You need to get a shower, your hair looks like trash," my finger went right through his head.

   Falling back towards the ground, I lied there as I looked up at him, listening to him speak out loud,

   "You know, I trusted grandfather and mother... maybe too much. I thought that they weren't the ones to capture father and keep him, but I was wrong. All this time, I thought that it was Joker's doing, given the situation, and for that, you suffered," I could almost see the masked over sadness and anger fill him, "You suffered yet again because of us,"

  I wanted to kick him, punch his arm, do something to let him know that he was wrong. But atlas, I couldn't. I was a ghost, as stated before. I couldn't do anything but listen and argue with him,

  "Shut up, I only suffered because it was my own actions. I could've easily killed him and been fine, but I wasted my life and power on you and the other obnoxious idiots," I let out, shifting my weight on the floor. I rolled over a bit before standing up and making my way over to my corpse-like self. Looking down at me, I was rather disgusted with my sickly appearance as I was much paler and yellower than my usual self. The roots of my hair were starting to become much more apparent, and I noticed little streaks of white hair popping up throughout my roots.

  Groaning, I looked away, not wanting to see my dying looking self anymore, "God I'm starting to look like Jason,"

  I tried to make jokes to lighten my own mood, knowing that nobody else could hear them, so I could feel a bit better about the situation.