Kobra Kid x Killjoy reader

The kids aren't alright

Y/K/N's POV

Today's the day. I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna tell him that I lied. I can remember something I never told him about. I can remember the letter and how I'd never wrote anything more honest than it in my life. I remember every word, how I rehearsed it in my head, even if I wasn't gonna say the words outloud, I fucking practiced. And it was all true, even now. I don't remember much after leaving that building but I know I would go and do it all again for those guys. My three best friends and the love of my life.

Before now, I was worried. I have no idea if it was mutual, which is most likely why I left it in a note before running to almost certain death. How should I do it though? Not around the others. In our place. Yes, that's perfect. And if he doesn't feel the same then we can forget I said anything, or mentioned the letter. We could go back to pretending I couldn't remember.

"Hey Kobra!" He was his room when I found him. He looked up and smiled at me as I approached the door. That smile! "Can we talk? In the place?"
"Sure, where are the other guys?"
"Jet's in his room, but he's asleep. And Ghoul and Poison are downstairs."

He opened his window and let me up first. I helped him up second. We both walked to the middle of the roof and sat down. "So... What're we talking about?" He asked, stretching his legs out infront of him.
"Just wanted to ask you about something that I think I remembered." He looked at me and smiled again.

"It's well... It's-" He cut me off, panic very much present in his voice.
"Dracs!" Kobra shouted. We both stood up and saw them coming towards us. Hundreds of them. We both jumped down into the building and ran down the hall, trying to get everyones attention. "Dracs!" Jet fell out of his bed, we heard the thud. He followed us down the stairs and we met Ghoul and Party at the bottom.

3rd person POV

"Get to trans am!" Party shouted, pulling his gun out. "There's too many." He continued. They all began running towards the car and jumped into it. They drove past the crowd, Kobra and Jet hanging out of their windows and shooting as many as they could. They were shooting back. One of them hit Kobra's stomach. "Fuck!" He almost screamed as he pushed his body back into the car. His stomach was bleeding, a lot.

"Shit, you okay Kobra?" Party didn't turn enough to see the blood.
"I'll be fine." He looked faint. Y/K/N ripped the sleeve off their shirt and tied it around, to try and stop the bleeding. He rested his head on theirs, fighting to stay conscious. "Speed up Party, we're losing them!" Ghoul shouted.

He did. They lost them within another few minutes and drove until they were confident that they wouldn't be found. They drove until they found an abandoned warehouse. Party and Jet went ahead to check it out whilst Y/K/N and Ghoul made sure Kobra was okay.

"You'll be okay Kobra, I swear."
"Fuck yeah I will." He replied. Y/K/N managed to get him to lie down on the floor outside the car, with his head on their lap. "I'm immortal." They smiled, wiping the tears from their eyes. "We've been through worse. Can you remember?" Kobra asked them.
"Yeah, some of it." Ghoul looked sympathetically at them, though neither Kobra or Y/K/N noticed.
"Can you remember-" Kobra coughed a little, "The room he used to leave us in?"
"Yeah," They held onto his hand. "It smelled like shit."

"Fuck yeah it did." His eyes were closing. The blood was running onto the floor. "But we're out now."
"Kobra I swear to fuck if you die on me," No one knew what to do. "Stay awake! Stay awake!"
Jet and Party were coming back. "It's safe-" Party started before sprinting over to his brother. "Kobra."
"Hey, Party." He tried to smile, but he was in too much pain. "Can I have a minute with my brother?" The other three nodded. Ghoul and Jet stood up first. Y/K/N kissed his head before standing up too. They walked over to the door of the warehouse and watched the brothers talk, having no idea what Kobra wanted to say to his big brother.

"I know I'm probably not gonna survive this," Kobra started. His brother was crying, and shaking his head. "I need you to promise me something."
"Anything."
"Look after Y/K/N. Promise me you'll protect them."
"I swear." He nodded. "They'll be safe."
"And..." He started, "If I don't make it."
"Don't. You're gonna survive this." Party cried.
"If I don't survive this. Tell Y/K/N I love them." He nodded.

Kobra's eyes shut, he couldn't stay conscious any longer. He'd lost too much blood.

It was too late.