What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Trouble

Your P.O.V

Another swing and the bat hits my ribs. I grunt in pain and cough up blood, "Aw that looked like it hurt, 'daughter'," my so called 'dad' taunted.

I spit out the blood in my mouth as he tells me the next riddle, "What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?"

"Trouble." I mumbled to low for him to hear me.

"What was that? Can't hear you." he gestured to his ear.

"Trouble." I mumbled a bit louder.

"Well," he shrugged, "I can't hear you, so I guess it's wrong." he brought up the bat ready to swing at me.

"Trouble!" I started to shout at him, hoping he'd stop, "trouble!" he swung right at me hip, making me bite lip to silence my screams.

"Next one," he declared, "feed me and I live, yet give me a drink and I die, what am I?"

"Fire." I uttered.

"Good," he sneered, "now your getting it. What has a heart but no other organs?"

"Obviously not you." I muttered.

He gritted his teeth before taking a swing at my ribs again. The cracking of my bones was heard throughout the room and all he did was laugh. Laughed at me as if I was some worthless joke.

A tear slipped from my eye as he went to the next riddle, "You hear me before, yet you hear me again, then I die, until you call me again."

"Your voice." I answered.

"Wrong!" he shouted bringing the bat up again. I flinched and was getting ready for the impact, but that's when a bat-a-rang came out of nowhere hitting his hand, making him drop the bat.

We both looked in direction in which it was thrown. None other then Nightwing and Robin came running toward us.

~Tim's P.O.V~

"You get the girl, I got Riddler." Nightwing called over to me. I nodded as we went our different ways.

(Y/n) had been chained up to the ceiling like a punching bag.

I pulled out a knife, cutting the ropes that tied her feet together. I then pulled out a sharp object from out of my utility belt and picked the lock on the handcuffs.

It took me only a few seconds before the cuffs unlocked and she fell from the ceiling. I caught her broken body and held her in my arms.

"I'm s-sorry." She stuttered.

"Sorry?" I questioned, "Sorry for what?"

"For causing you and Dick so much trouble."

I looked at her with pure sympathy, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "This is not your fault. Now let's get out of here."

I picked her up bridal style and began heading for the exit. That's when some of Riddle's men crashed threw the door.

'Perfect.'

I put her down gently and charged at the men and began to attack full force.

~Your P.O.V~

I was trying to crawl away. I mean it would have been easier to get out of here if I hadn't been nearly beaten to death.

Then someone grabbed me by my arm and pulled me up. That's when I felt the cold barrel of a gun at my temple.

I looked at the person, my 'father'.

Tim had already took out all the thugs and now stood beside Nightwing who was right in front of us.

The gun was pressed harder onto my head, "Don't take a other step detectives, or this poor not so innocent girl's head will be blown off."

"What do you want from her?" Tim questioned.

"What do I want from her? I raised her," he exclaimed, "she belongs to me."

Both of their eyes widen, "Well not anymore." Nightwing affirmed run towards my 'dad'.

Nightwing and Robin had managed to distract Riddler enough to let me escape.

The two heroes dodge everything he shot at them until Robin was knocked on the floor after my father charged at him. But knowing me, I wasn't going to let him die.

"Look at the little bird," my father pointed the gun down at Robin, "useless and helpl--"

"No!" I shouted. I ran up to my father and pointed his arm with the gun in it in a different direction, making him accidentally pull the trigger.

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Interesting chapter or what.

So who do you think got shot? Tim? Dick? Or nobody?

Oh and by the way I did pretty good in my competition. I got 6th place in my school district, which if ask me is pretty good.

Anyways, get ready for the next chapter and bring some popcorn and soda while your at it 😉