1965 - Barry Allen/The Outsiders Imagine

Part 3 (Final)

Later that night, (Y/N) found herself standing with a bunch of Greasers, some who she already met, and others whose faces were new to her. An older mean-looking kid named Tim nodded his head toward her, "What's she doin' here?"

"She's cool," Two-bit chimed, "She's gonna fight with us."

"Yeah, she was there when we killed that Soc," Pony added.

Tim squinted his eyes, nodding. He observed her for a second, then pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, "I guess we'll see what your made of." She pulled her mouth into a quick half-smile in agreement, not knowing how to respond.

"Hey Greasers! We're on our way!" They all turned, watching as a few cars came rolling down the street. The Soc parked their cars and got out, making their way to where the Greasers had lined up. (Y/N) stood next to Pony, pulling her hair into a messy bun.

"You ain't gonna use your powers right?" Ponyboy whispered to her.

"Psh, and risk everyone finding out?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm doing this the old-fashioned way." They smiled at each other, then directed their attention to the Soc kids.

Soon Darry came face-to-face with one of them. They seemed to be about the same age, and they talked in a surprisingly calm tone, which confused her.

Isn't this some big fight?, she thought.

"A rumble ain't a rumble without me!" Everyone turned to see Dally sprinting toward the crowd, but as soon as they turned back around, one of the Soc landed a sucker punch in Pony's face. Once Ponyboy went down, everyone else began fighting. Every Greaser took on at least one Soc, throwing clenched fist to whatever moved in their line of sight.

(Y/N) was caught off guard by the scene unfolding in front of her. There were so many people fighting at once, she didn't know what she was supposed to do. "Darry!" Pony yelled from under the Soc. She snapped back to her senses, and pulled him off of Pony. She threw the Soc to the ground, pinned his arms down with her legs, and punched him until her knuckles bled. She didn't want to kill him, only leave him unconscious.

Another Soc came up from behind, kicking her off of his friend. She fell into a muddied puddle of water, catching herself before she face-planted into the ground. (Y/N) looked up to see him lunging himself toward her. She rolled over quickly, knocking down another Soc by accident. The Soc missed her entirely, landing in the same puddle she had been lying in just a second ago. She stood up, kicked him in the side, then picked him by his arm. She then punched him below his right eye, sending him back to the ground with a loud, wet thud.

As she stood there, feeling proud of herself, another Soc appeared in front of her as if from thin air, and punched her. His fist landed right below the corner of her mouth, barely touching her bottom lip. She stumbled backwards, but the same Soc caught her by her arm. "Wanna act like a Greaser, huh," He spat as he tried to punch her in whatever part was exposed. She held up her free arm in front of her, shielding her face. (Y/N) tried to figure out what to do next. She already took down two Soc by herself, she could take this one down too, right?

Wrong.

The Soc threw her, causing (Y/N) to move her arm away from her face in order to catch herself from falling. But as soon as she hit the ground, the Soc jumped on top of her, pulling her hair to keep her from looking away as he finally landed a good punch directly to her left eye; his rings cutting the skin under her eyebrow. She tried to punch him, and push him off of her, but it was useless. That was until Dally came and tackled him to the ground, grabbed him by the hair, and repeatedly slammed his face into the wet grass. "Don't mess with our girl."