What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Worried

Your P.O.V

The sun bled through the open curtains of mine and Tim's room in the new penthouse we were in. I drowsily rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed yawning.

"Good morning, beautiful." I turned me gaze in the direction of the voice, seeing Tim slip on a shirt. I smiled at him, still half asleep.

"Morning." I uttered just above a whisper. I yawned again, stretching my arms into the air.

"The Titans and I are going to the store to grab a few things," Tim informed, slipping on his shoes, "we'll be back." he walked up to me and kissed my forehead.

"Bye." I called out to him sleepily, yawning once again. I'm kind of happy I stayed behind. Let's just say last night was pretty rough.

While on a mission to find a lead on where N.O.W.H.E.R.E.'s next move was, we were ambushed by a group of meta-humans.

Everyone else seemed to be standing their ground pretty well, but in was an entire different story for Tim and I.

Since we don't have powers, because I don't like using mine 'cause they take up a lot of my energy, it made it difficult fighting off our attackers. In the end I ended up with fifteen stitches on the side of my stomach and Tim sprained his wrist.

I slowly got out of bed and walked to the couch, grabbing a blanket along the way. The new building we were staying at had a room for everyone and was just really big in general. Hell, it even had a nice view.

I laid down on the couch, resting my head on the armrest, and turned on the TV. I switched the channel to the news and relaxed.

News Broadcast:

"The Flash was able to stop a bank robbery at Central City Bank early this morning." The news woman reported. "There were a total of four suspects which were all apprehended at the scene thanks to our favorite scarlet speedster."

"In other news, a new Batman was spotted Gotham last night--"

Crash!

I quickly flipped my head around, expecting to see someone standing there, but it was the same old empty space of the living room.

I uneasily reached for the remote for the TV and muted it, just watching the footage displayed on the screen. Slow and steady footsteps were heard coming down the hallway, making me grip the remote tighter in my hand.

When I heard the footsteps enter the room and approach me, I quickly threw the remote at the person's head.

"Hey, what was that for?" I came face to face with none other than Superboy, who was rubbing his head where the remote had hit him.

"Kon?" I gasped and quickly got up, "I thought you went out with the others."

Hey shook his head, "Nah, wasn't in the mood."

"Oh," I crossed my arms and sighed feeling guilty, "Sorry for... You know... Throwing a remote at your head."

"It's fine," he affirmed, "after all, I am the Boy of Steel." this is why Kon and I made such good friends. Somehow we managed to form a friendship in just a matter of weeks. Even Tim formed a great friendship with Kon.

I smiled at him before dragging him over to the couch and handing him a Wii remote control, "Uh, what are you doing?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow a bit.

"Killing time," I simply stated switching the TV input to the Wii and grabbing a controller of my own, "plus Bart hogs the Wii all the time."

~Later That Day~

I was currently hanging upside down on the couch, watching cartoons with Kon. Right now it's 12:37pm. In other words, the Titans along with Tim should have been back by now. It's been nearly four hours.

"Do you think they should have been back by now?" I asked suddenly.

He shrugged resting his arm on the armrest and crossing his legs, "If they were in trouble I'm pretty sure they would of contacted us for assistance."

'They're probably fine. You're just over reacting...' I sighed trying to reassure myself.

BOOM!

I lifted my body up to look at Kon. We both stared at each other, having a conversation with our eyes before Kon pushed himself off the couch, heading toward his room.

I did a back-walkover off the couch and headed towards the room I shared with Tim to change.

Superboy and I met outside the building as I prepared my motorcycle. I hopped on, revved the engine, then sped off.

I pressed on the com piece in my ear hoping someone would pick up, "Red Robin, Wonder Girl, can anyone here me?"

I switched lanes, following Kon's movements as he turned left, flying above me.

"I can't get ahold of Red Robin or the others." I shouted, knowing Kon could hear me.

"Me neither," he responded, "what do we do now?"

"Hope for the best." I sighed as we pulled up to the building.

Kon flew up and put out the raging fire with his frost breath. He then came back for me, grabbing onto both of my arms and lifting me up to the floor where the cause of the explosion was.

"Find the cause of the explosion," Kon levitated a bit, "I'll go find and help any survivors." I nodded as he flew off.

I pulled out a device that could track radiation signatures and began following a trail. It lead me to some unknown device that looked like a box.

I had no idea what was in it, but I know that was not the bomb that blew up the place. This was something else.

I began thinking about it, 'Why would someone leave this?' that's when it hit me.

"I got all the survivors out." Kon spoke breaking the silence, "(Y/h/n), what's wrong?"

"They wanted this." I spoke suddenly, turning my attention away from the box to look at Kon.

"Who wanted this?" he questioned further.

"I-i don't know," I stuttered, "but who ever planned this knew we'd show up before any other heroes."

He looked away from me, putting his finger up to his lip and thought about what I said before his head shot up and his eyes met mine, "This is a trap."

Just as if it was on que, smoke erupted from the box, filling the air around us. I began coughing lightly before it got sever to a point where I couldn't breath.

It felt as if my lungs froze. I began gasping, trying my best to breath, but my luck was short lived.

The last thing I could remember was Kon shouting my name before I past out.

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Hopefully this chapter was good...

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-Nightingale