What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Careful

Your P.O.V

Now I'm going to do that one cliché scene that happens often when I question myself how I got into this mess. So now I'm questioning myself, 'how did I get into this mess?'

The truth is, I don't know...

A metahuman grabbed me by my neck and threw me to the ground. Before I could regain my mobility, they stepped on my throat, cutting off a significantly large amount of my air supply. They hovered over me, smiling menacingly down at my defenseless body.

I gave many attempts to push their foot off my neck before they spoke, "Any last words?" They snarled, pulling back their arm, ready to punch me.

I have a better question now, 'how am I going to get myself out of this?'

~Earlier That Day~

The sun began to set over the city, just when the commotion down below started to seize. This is the moment we had been waiting for all day. Now all we had to do was wait for the mayor to give his speech

"Is everyone in position?" Tim asked through the earpiece I wore.

The team's voice rang through my ears, saying various phrases indicating their readiness.

Everyone except me.

"(Y/h/n)?" Tim's voice worriedly spoke.

I raised my hand up to my ear and pushed a little on the device, "Yeah, I'm in position."

"Great," he spoke, "you guys just sit tight. If you see anything unusual, report it in."

After his voice stopped, I sighed. He made the decision to stay behind and feed us intel while we were in the field. I have to say it was a good call.

He was still having a hard time after we rescued him from a N.O.W.H.E.R.E base. But I was starting to worry about him. He didn't seem like himself ever since we got him back and it makes me wonder what they did to him.

I told him he could tell me when he was ready, but seeing the way he's been acting, I don't think the day will ever come.

"Thank you, everyone, for joining me here today," spoke the mayor, making me snap out of my thoughts and focusing on the job at hand, "we are here to discuss the problems and their solutions to make the city a better place!"

The crowd roared, cheering as the man waved. Then it started, the long, boring, useless speech that we would have to listen to until they made a scene.

I crouched down on the edge of the building I was stationed at, watching the people down below. Literally, everyone here at this event could be injured or even killed in a matter of seconds.

I started to wonder to myself, why do people do this? Why do people think that doing wrong things will get the attention they want?

The most attention they'll probably get is from the press, and of course the authorities.

I scanned the crowd, I knew they were here somewhere. I turned to the right and easily spotted the "black sheep" of the crowd. A man in a maroon hoodie and worn out jeans pushed past the crowd and into a darkened alleyway.

I smirked, letting myself have a little pride, before touching the device yet again, "I have eyes on a mysterious person."

"Where at?" Superboy questioned in his usual serious voice.

"Heading your way," I answered.

"I'm gonna check it out," he stated flatly.

"Be careful," Wonder Girl spoke almost sounding worried. My mind pulled me back into my own reality and I began to think to myself, today could either go really badly or smoothly, we can't screw this up. Not today.

"(Y/n)," Tim's voice sounded throughout my ear.

I laughed a little, "I thought we agreed to not use our real names in front of the team."

"It's a private channel," he clarified, "look, you and the team are going against some strong people tonight--"

"You're worried aren't you?" I had a feeling something like this would come up. It was really starting to worry me, his behavior had been abnormal. He was so distant now and rarely opened up to me. "Tim, you don't have to worry about me."

"Yeah, I know, it's just that—" he paused, "I'm sorry, forget what I said."

I have been trying to reach out to him, to get him to unfold what's got him so worked up, but he's stone hard. He won't say anything unless he wants to. Times like this I hate his stubbornness.

"Tim, what's wrong?" I asked, "You've haven't been yourself and—"

"Nothing , it's fine," he let out a long shaky sigh, "just promise me you'll be careful."

I didn't feel like arguing right now, not at a time like this. Plus with this job you it's hard to promise to be careful.

"I'll try."

"I— okay," I could here the sorrow in his voice and I killed me, "(Y/n), you know I love you, right?"

His words were like bullets; deadly, "Why would you ever ask something like that, Tim?"

"I just need to be sure that you know," he stated.

Tears peaked from the corner of my eyes, and I didn't know how much more of this I could take. "Yes, Tim, I know you love me, okay?" I answered softly.

"Okay," he affirmed, voice low and nearly robotic. "Gosh, I wish I could hug you right now."

"Me too, Tim, me too." I looked back down at the crowd, waiting from the slightest bit of trouble to strike.

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It has been a very stressful week full of test and other shit, but it's finally done.

And it's only going to be worse next week...

I just want to say thank you all for the support and everything you've done.

-💙Nightingale