Awesome idea credit to @hello-oldfriend. You are amazing I love you!!
Author's notes: You're 13 in this X reader.
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"You're locking me up because you don't trust me?" you screeched. "I didn't even do anything!"
"I'm sorry, but we're pretty amateur and we don't know what to do with you. You might be dangerous. So we're locking you until Nightwing or Miss Martian return and tell us what to do with you," a boy with green skin and resembled a monkey told you, guilt clearly written over his face.
You scoffed. "Pretty amateur?" You turned your head away and inspected the grey walls around you. "So, when will they be back?"
He shrugged, "I'm not so sure. But it won't be long, I promise." Then he left, and you were alone in your cell.
This is ridiculous! I'm locked up like a criminal when I'm a hero! Who even let the kid do this? Hey, maybe I should escape—wait, no, if I escape they probably would never trust me again. I'd better stay in here. The thought of staying in the cell and not being able to do anything made you groan, but it wasn't like you had a choice. The cell was small with grey walls and a bed pushed against a wall, a chipped sink on the opposite wall and a small square window above the bed. It was utterly boring, even though you've been it for only five minutes. How am I going to survive 'till Nightwing or Miss Martian return?
"Hey, what's up!"
You whipped your body around, instinctively getting into fighting stance. You relaxed when you saw it was only another one of the members of the team.
"I'm Impulse, and I'm supposed to stand guard and make sure you don't escape or something," he informed in one breath.
"That's . . . nice." While you were kind of glad you wouldn't be alone, you were furious at the thought that they had assigned you a 'personal body guard'.
"It is, isn't it?"
His mop of red hair was flying around wildly as he jumped up and down in excitement—what was so exciting about guarding a cell? However, You couldn't deny that he was simply adorable. He stood in front of the metal bars and asked, "So why are you in here?"
You stared at him incredulously. "They told you to guard me but didn't tell you why I was put into this?"
"Uh . . . no . . .?"
"Who the hell does that?" you muttered, more to yourself than to Impulse. "They put me in here because they don't trust me. Unfair, don't you think?"
He nodded. "What's your name?"
". . .Phoenix."
"No, I meant your real name."
". . .I'm not telling you that!"
"Why not?"
"Why would I tell you my civilian identity when I barely even know you?" Was this kid stupid, or what?
"If you tell me, I'll tell you mine," he offered.
"No chance," you scoffed.
Impulse huffed. "What's your favourite colour?"
