𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀 ━ 𝙙 . 𝙜 . 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

SAVE ME ❙ three
dick grayson x reader

all you saw was darkness.

you woke up to the feeling of a cold, metallic surface pressed against the side of your cheek, your entire body laid on it's side. you desperately tried to scan your surroundings but the darkness had been too immense for you to notice the outlines of anything in the room you were in. all heard was the sounds of your breathing, noticing a large piece of tape planted on your mouth. when you try to move your hands you realize that a tight rope was bound around your wrists and ankles.

you didn't know how you got here in the first place but you were sure someone had gotten a chance to knock you out by the feeling of your head throbbing significantly.  you groan slightly as it's muffled by the tape while you try with all your strength to sit upward. the first time leaves you slamming against the floor but the second time ends with you sitting up.

you tried to open the memories that remained in the back of your mind, there had to be a reasonable explanation for the situation you were in. you remembered you were walking somewhere on the streets of the city, the destination still hazy. your eyes widen with recognition, you were tackled by someone on your way home. they managed to knock you out with a single blow against your head, ever since it felt like someone was pounding a hammer there.

through the darkness you look around once more, you then start to hear the shuffling of bodies. there were others in this dim space, you weren't alone. you start to rub your hands bound behind you, trying to loosen the ropes as red hues blossom on your wrists. you felt the fibers dig into your skin and cause a burning sensation.

suddenly, the room is flooded with brightness.

you squint your eyes at the sudden transition, black stars obscuring your vision. you didn't have to look around to know you were in an abandoned warehouse; the exterior mainly made of steel with a single, bulky door towards you. it sways open, the silhouette of a single man comes into view and soon there's two more behind him.

"well, well, well." the man's lips stretches to a sneer, his voice reverberates across the walls, bouncing back and forth in the emptiness. you saw a group of people, bounded and taped just as you with pure terror written on their features. they all ranged from different ages to different races, all different but shared the same fear.

the man before you and the others wears a suit, tailored lines that fit his figure perfectly. the suit seemed to be cut in half with different colors, half white and half black. he was handsome with dark hair gelled back on one side while the other had been the complete opposite. his eye was enlarged, a yellow tint and his flesh was burnt so ghastly that his teeth were exposed even with his mouth closed. he had a single coin in his grasp, flipping it up in the air with a sharp metallic sound and it's surface gleaming from the light.

it was none other than two face.

"hello everyone, i'm sure you all know of me," he pauses, he brings his gaze to every individual before him. "i'm glad to see you all here. i have a surprise for you all."

some of the victims shake their head, some sob silently, and others remain in silent horror. they were all terrified of what this villain was planning to do to them and secretly, so were you.

he toys with the coin in his hands, the very one he used to determine the fate of his victims; a fifty-fifty chance. live or die. it was a sick method he used, allowing the people to hold hope and pray to be spared but only receive a bullet to the head instead. you were the only one that did not seem scared, you tried your best to hide it. you wore a mask, showing only what you wanted them to see even if you felt just as frightened yourself.