What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

The Freaks

Your P.O.V

"I have eyes on him, " Superboy sounded through the earpiece. I was somewhat relieved yet it still made me tense knowing this person was possibly bad. How should I be reacting to that? Should I be terrified? Worried? Scared?

"Good, just stay on him, " Cassie spoke, "I'm heading your way."

"What do the rest of us do?" Bart asked unclearly.

"Sit tight and keep an eye out," Tim ordered. I observed the area. Seeing all the people in the crowd made me wonder what would happened if we weren't here. Most of these people would probably be dead if we are correct about what is about to take place.

About five minutes had passed when Kon spoke through the ear piece, "Guys, they're all ready here!" There was static that cut him off.

"Superboy, what's going on?" Tim's worries voice sounded in my ear.

"Evacuate— people—" that's all he had to say before I leaped off the building and onto the fire escape.

"Alright here's the plan, evacuate everyone
you—" Tim started when suddenly a number of explosions went off. I'm guessing he knew what happened because he let out a long sigh and restated, "New plan, you guys split up. One group save the people, others beat up the assholes who caused this."

"Already on it," I leaped down the fire escape getting closer to the ground. I landed softly and made my way to the crowd, looking for the people who did this.

People from all sides ran by me, screaming, crying, and trying to get out of there as fast as they could. Even the mayor who was once in the middle of the stage could be seen fleeing.

Then, without warning, a flashing light blinded me. I stumbled backwards not being able to see and eventually tripped over something and fell. Once it seemed that my vision began to come back to me, there standing over me were the meta humans we had been looking for.

One of them was huge, his limbs larger than an average human and bulging veins. Others either stood behind or beside him, each with a their own unique aurora.

One of them stepped up, a man in an out-worn pullover sweater and ripped jeans. He looked only about a few years older than me; he was tall and thinner than he should have been with dirty blond hair and dull pained blue eyes., "What are you all doing here?"

Then I looked at all of them, they were all too skinny, well except for the big one.

"We are only trying to help," I began to rise to my feet when one of the disappeared and appeared beside me with a knife at my throat.

"Don't move," she threatened.

I acknowledge what she had said and stood still. The guy from before spoke again, "We don't need help."

"But the people here do," I motioned to the crowd of people running. He looked at the people then back to me, glaring sharply as if he were trying to cut through my flesh.

"They don't care for us," the girl beside me spoke, "they think we're freaks."

"Then it looks like we have something in common," I scoffed.

The man looked over to the big one, "Hey big guy," he smirked, "ready to have so fun?"

The big one smirked as well and stepped forward. The girl that was once beside me vanished, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. I looked back to the giant that stood in front of me, "Oh crap."

He charged forward and once he was close enough he swung his fist. I easily dodged it, rolling to my left. Only I wasn't quick to recover, and his fist sent me flying.