The white flare (dick Grayson x reader)

The light shows

It was to dark to see anything, so I kept going on watching my steps carefully. The only thing I was able to see in the distance was a door, it was always a door but always someone I don't know behind it.

When I make it to the door, I wrap my hand around the handle taking in a sharp breath, I see her again, a young girl standing in the middle of the room, she has dark short hair, with dark black eyes she has a blood red stone in the middle of her head, she looks at me and screams " HELP!" like no one is going to, and suddenly she's enveloped with black smoke, I run to try save her but I was to late, I just fall to my knees in shock, I have no idea who she is but I feel as if she means something to me when when I turn around I see my mother she looked exactly like the photos, I can't remember my fathers face, it's like he's just disappeared into the shadows, they both died in a fire, I was told I was the only one who made it not even the baby my mother held in her womb, she had disappeared in the ashes, my whole family died I was 11 at the time. I have no memory at all of those eleven years like my mind was wiped but I will always treasure the time I had with them even if it wasn't long. But my mother was standing there mumbling a name that gave me chills, one I didn't know, " Trigon will be back. she will bring him back to me" she sounded like she was in a trance, as I reach my hand out the once black room around us turns to a blinding white light.

Everything disappears as I wake up screaming and begging for air to enter my lungs, my new foster family had been woken from "my shenanigans" and called the shelter to come take me back. I then start to remember the dream I just had, It felt to real but I had to ignore it because as everyone ever says to me " it's just a dream, y/n. Nothing more" I had to move past the visions I had as if they where nothing, meant nothing.

Four years later
I had gone to other homes, but again my screaming kicked myself out of every single house, but one night I realised I needed to go, that there was no future for me here I left but not without some unwanted trouble, I had scoped out the whole shelter and where all guards stand. I must have missed something because once I turned the corner I was pretty much fucked. I was ready to run as fast as I could but I was stopped by a hand around my arm and hand that gripped me so tight I was positive that it would bruise. But before anyone could take me anywhere I screamed and everyone around me was throw backwards by an energy, one I had never once felt, and before they had a chance to do anything I ran, I ran until I couldn't anymore until I looked up to see buildings that I have been wanting to see my whole life.

I started living out on the streets, I was alone and scared of what I could do, until I started to think about where I would go and how I would be able to get money or even clothes I'm homeless and in Gotham that is not something a young girl like me should ever be. My life had been twisted and the one thing I needed to do was get a place but without a way to pay it was impossible, 15 year olds can't get jobs in Gotham so how was I supposed to get money, I started working on how to control my powers, I started to work on them and trying to understand why I had them, but while trying to understand them I found out that a sonic scream wasn't the only thing I could do, I could also manipulate objects and make sharp shards out of light, it was strange at first, but I started to get used to them and once I could control them I thought of a way to get money and the only way I could think of, is to steal, I watched over rooftops for nights and when I learned the routines of when everything was closed I went to get what I needed. I put my hoodie over my eyes, I used my light shard as a key to get in, then when I got inside I found the back room with ease and when I got the the safe in the back I used my manipulation power to crack open the safe, I was in without any trouble, I got the money and ran I see police lights going towards the store and I started walking towards it to seem like I wasn't just walking away from the robbery I had stolen 20 grand and gotten away with it. It was such a adrenaline rush and after weeks of doing it, it had just become something natural and simple to me. I got a apartment and clothes and food everything I needed to live in the city of Gotham. And still with the small problem, the nightmares and waking up screaming had made me get an apartment far from everyone else.

Now I'm 16 and a half and I've become a so called criminal on the streets of Gotham, I hadn't failed once, that was until one night I began working on getting into a shop, and I did but I didn't get a chance to get to the money because I was stopped by a boy in a mask, he was tall and had light brown hair, he had a cape dropped to just below his knees and I didn't have time to question who he was before getting hit in the side of my knee with his staff and falling to the ground. I had noticed the staff coming back at me but before he could lay another hit on me I rolled to the side and conjured one of my light shards, he looked almost shocked and I took my opportunity to get a hit on him, but he still dodged all my attacks, I didn't think before taking a step back which gave him the opportunity to trap me in his hold. He had grabbed his staff and put it over my neck while he pulled in from behind me, I took a second and decided to be bold and take a chance of being confident and flirt, so while struggling to Breath I say " you know..if we where in any...other circumstance, I would enjoy...this" and for a second he looked like he stopped breathing so I took that as my advantage, I grabbed the staff and took a step forwards flipping him over me, with him on the floor I ran to the door and stopped to look back at him and say " might catch ya' round, who ever you are." And with that I'm off, running in the streets of Gotham back to my home."

1252 words
Hope you enjoyed the first bit you just got to be a bit patient.