Young Justice One Shots

Robin X Reader (Dick Grayson)

Hello fellow fangirls/fanboys! You can really tell how much I love the Bat Family can't you? Especially with the amount of Robin X Reader stories I've already written. Sorry, but my love for those gorgeous boys is everlasting and eternal. Also a little warning, there is slight mentions of blood, but you guys should be able to handle it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Key: Y/N= Your Name H/L= Hair Length H/C= Hair Colour

Your POV:

A loud metallic creak echoes throughout the room and bounces off the moist concrete walls, cutting through the deadly silence. Not having enough strength to open my eyes, light streams into the cell for the first time in a couple of days. I can practically feel the many layers of dirt and grim caked all over my face and skin, at this point I must be completely unrecognisable to those who used to know me before I was abducted. Hard leather boots clack across the ground and near me, when suddenly a pair of strong arms roughly yanks me up from the cold floor. The chains on the shackles around my wrists and ankles clink together as I am dragged helplessly out of the room.

There was a time where I had the strength to struggle against the person's hold on me, and most of the time I would receive a hit to the face or kick to the abdomen to cease my failed and weak attempts at freeing myself. Although that was a very long time ago, I can't even remember how long I've been held captive here, but I've studied the routine and every couple of days is the same routine.

They come into my cell after a few days of barely anything to eat or drink, but enough for me to survive, and drag me off to an experiment room. Exactly like they are doing to me now. My eyes remain closed as I hear another bulky metal door creak open, as I am continued to be dragged inside. As always, they haul me uselessly onto a metal desk and fasten rough leather straps around my heavily scarred wrists and ankles, after removing my old rusted shackles of course. As I said before, at this point I would still be struggling for my freedom, although it was never granted anyhow, just as it isn't going to be any different today.

But boy was I wrong.

How fascinating it is that I'm still alive after the many years of painful and endless experimentation. I can't even remember much detail from before I was brought here, because of all the dodgy things they've been using on me, half of my life has been erased and forcefully hidden in the dark corners of my mind. The few memories I hold onto though, are the ones of my happy childhood....and him. Just thinking of his kind smile and comforting words, clenches my heart dreadfully. This is one of the only memories that I can remember so vividly, as it warms me inside but also breaks whats left of my mind and body from the inside to have be separated so suddenly from him.

I'm just grateful it was me, and not him.

After almost an hour of endless poking and prodding at my body with all kinds of needles full of serums and different medical tools, along with my weak cries of pain, I am left alone in the room again to ponder my blank thoughts. The experiments would start with the usual, testing to see how drastically my DNA has changed from any of the many strange liquids injected into my blood stream have actually worked, as well as adding more to the bunch. Others would probably think by now one of the tests would have killed me or caused me to fall into a coma from all the pain I've endured, but truth be told, the foreign mixtures have made me stronger from the beginning so I would be able to withstand even more pain and stronger serums.

Anyway, as of now, I'm still abandoned on an experiment table with dried blood seeping from my newly acquired wounds, as I stare emotionlessly at the bloodied medical equipment on the tray next to me.

In this silence, I notice a very faint sound of grunting, which is then followed by a painful sounding thud. If I had to guess, I would say the 'thud' would be a body falling onto the ground on impact of sustaining a hit, and the grunting is prior to that which means the person must be fighting someone, physically. Any normal person wouldn't be able to pick all this up, but I'm far from normal.

Or it's probably just me going crazy after spending so much time in this godforsaken hellhole people call a laboratory. 

The noises of brawling and fist connecting to flesh gets closer and closer to me, until it stops right outside my door. My heartbeat quickens as I question the possible outcomes of the events that could take place in the very near future. These people could be my long anticipated saviours who will rescue me from this place forever, or they could be hostile enemies who happened to infiltrate this laboratory and could either abduct me and use me for more experimentation, for their own personal gain, or kill me. All of option two seems painful, although death has been a longtime wish of mine, but option one would be absolutely ideal.

A banging noise on the door begins, as the hinges slowly begin to break under force. I wonder, will this be the gateway to my freedom and happiness, or the beginning of yet another painful lifestyle, eventually leading to my horrific death. My H/L, H/C, dirtied and knotted hair falls over my eyes and partially blocks my already blurred vision. Eyeing the door in anticipation and fear, my heartbeat increases rapidly as it beats harshly against my ribcage.

At last the hinges snap off the wall and disconnect from the door, releasing the thick metal and dropping the entire frame onto the floor, as it creates a resonating metallic crash. Six young teens in colourful and tight rubber spandex, enter the room cautiously. Immediately they notice my broken and bloodied figure as their faces contort into one of shock, fear and...sadness?

Their consecutive gasps fill the air as their eyes witness the horrifying state I have been left to survive in all this time. Rushing quickly over to my side, I notice a green skinned girl who already has tears streaming endlessly from her hazel eyes as she grips someone's large arm beside her. The others have saddened and solemn expressions, as their eyes roam over my scarred body covered by what couldn't even pass as a simple medical tunic.

Hastily, they undo the straps restraining me on the table and I'm lifted into someone's strong embrace. Their familiar warmth and scent spreads over my body and calms my quickened heart rate. With my messed up vision, I can't exactly recognise what is so familiar about this person, but I can definitely feel the familiarity, creating a large sense of nostalgia.

Feeling the person's speed increase and loud footsteps sound all around me, the wind increases and causes my hair to fall out of my face as I peer into my saviour's eyes. The whites of his mask widen in realisation as his lips part and his words strike a piercing spear through my heart.

"Y/N?" He whispers with shock and relief.

"My love" I warm smile brightens up my face as my blurry vision increases and I slowly lose consciousness.

Raising my tired arm, my delicate skin comes in contact with his cheek as I stroke it gently, how I have been longing to do this for a while now. His cheeks tint a rosy colour as I remember how they used to do the same thing when I would give him hugs when we were once children.

"Please don't leave me again Y/N, I lost you once, I won't lose you again" He hurries, worry evident in his voice.

"Now that you're here for me, as long as you don't leave me, I won't ever leave you...Dick"

Wow, I hope I didn't break your feels too much. At least it's another happy ending! I hope you all loved it at much as I enjoyed writing it, thanks again for spending your time one reading this chapter and being as devoted as ever.

So long fellow fangirls/fanboys! Until next time!

XXX