What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Death

(Ps to all of the people who
looked at this chapter's
title and thought somebody
was going to die

No one dies!)

Now on with the story...

Your P.O.V

~Flashback~

A man with blue eyes and raven black hair, is driving a car with me in the passenger seat.

Out of know where, he says, "Dick."

I was utterly confused. Why would he just say the word "Dick"?

He explains to me that he prefers to be called "Dick". The man rants on about how he has a younger brother and that's when I realize...

This it Tim's older and adopted brother...

This is Dick Grayson...

I remember the car ride, the first day we met. The time we had a food fight. Those few months of school that was hell and the day my life changed.

Riddler kidnapped me shortly after I realized Dick and Tim were vigilantes. He tortured me for days until the two heroes found me.

That was the day everything changed.

That was the day I sacrificed my life to save Tim's.

That... Was the day I died.

The Riddler pointed the gun down at Tim, but before he could pull the trigger, I redirected the gun and it shot me...

BANG

My eyes shot open, looking at the white wall in front of me. My breathing was still hard to control and I felt as if I was about to go into a panic attack.

"Finally you're awake!" I turned my head slightly to the side, seeing a yellow shoulder. That shoulder belonged to the super energetic speedster on the team. Bart Allen, but on the field, we call him Kid Flash.

I was beginning to relax a bit, now realizing my hands were cuffed behind me in a strong type of metal. I struggled against them, hoping that I can some how slip my wrist out, but I had no success.

"Where are we?" I asked, hoping someone had some answers.

"No idea," I heard Bunker announce his presence, "but I do believe it has something to do with N.O.W.H.E.R.E."

I sighed, I just couldn't believe I didn't see this coming earlier, "Who else is here?"

"Me." I heard Kon speak. I turned my head next to me, seeing Kon.

"Do you guys have any idea of a way we can get out?" I asked.

"I'm a speedster," I heard Bart exclaim, "not a magician." I rolled my eyes and began struggling against the thick metal around my wrist once again.

"It's no use," Kon denied, "we've already tried."

I threw my head back in frustration, 'How could I let things get so it of hand?'

"Have you guys tried your powers?" I looked around me, trying to find something to get us out of the handcuffs.

"There's a power dampener somewhere in the room," Miguel explained, "our powers are useless."

We had all seemed to be cuffed together in a square (You were next to Kon and Bart, while Miguel sat opposite of you, facing the other direction)  and I was sure that the cuffs were bolted or chained down the the floor. Not even N.O.W.H.E.R.E would be that stupid in letting us get a tad bit of freedom.