Teen Titans X Reader [Discontinued]

Chapter 2

[EDITED]

"Here you go, Charlie. Be careful next time, okay?" I say to the blonde, 6-year old boy. Nodding enthusiastically, the boy snatches the ball from my hand as soon as it was in sight, smiling and giggling as he returned to his friends.

Smiling at the sight of children playing around, I comfortably sit myself down on a bench and glance over at the small daisies on the ground.

As the seemingly insignificant flowers sway in the wind, I feel my heart start to fill with a heaviness that could only come from memories long locked away. The simple flowers reminded me of a lot of things. Some good, and some bad.

Mostly my old life.

I loved daisies, those were my favorite flowers when I was a child. My father and I would always go out to our small garden and collect them, just so that we could turn them into a bouquet and gift it to my mother. She would always laugh and kiss me on the cheek for it.

The peace didn't last long.

I was only 8. I was terrified.

There was a bombing near our small home caused by a meta-human-- a villain they had said, and so we had to evacuate as soon as possible. My father was lost in the chaos, which left my mother and I all alone.

Once we were brought to safety, we were taken to a place with other refugees just like us, and that's when my mother was forced to work, needing to make money to help us both survive.

Days and months escaped our grasp as we did what we could to feel safe and normal. Years passed by when when my mother slowly started getting promotions one after the other, until one day she found herself becoming the manager of a steadily rising hotel.

For starting out as a simple waitress, I couldn't have been more proud or surprised.

As soon as my mom garnered enough money, she bought us a new house to live in, one that was was definitely much bigger than our old one. Perhaps she thought that the luxury would bring me some type of comfort, or safety.

In all honestly, it never did truly feel right. Not without dad. (Not without the daisies).

The years went on until I turned 13, the year I learned I had powers.

I was terrified at first, obviously. Having powers wasn't normal, not to mention my inherent trauma after the bombing. (A meta-human with powers had caused it. Her dad was gone because of people like her-)

I had to hide it, I needed to. There was no other option. No other way.

For me to be able to do that however, I needed to figure out what exactly I could do, and so I spent most of my summer vacation that year holed up in my bedroom, figuring out my powers.

The results came as a shock.

I possessed some kind of.. energy. A power that I could use on myself and on others. As a result, I was able to lower my aura to the point that I could become invisible, extend my energy outwards to the point that I could pass off as being telekinetic, and transfer my energy to others, to the point that I could claim to be a healer.

The real kicker however, was that the energy that ran under my skin connected to the world around me, enabling me to use it to my whims.

If I had to have a favorite, that would probably be it.

When I let my energy extend, I can create something called an elemental sphere, a small bubble-like object that can hold any of the four main elements. Once absorbed, I can have full control of that element for as long as my body can hold up. The only downside was that I couldn't use any of the other perks of my power since the energy was being focused into one specific area.