What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Lending A Hand

Tim's P.O.V

My mind was wrapped around this mission no matter how hard I tried not to think about it. Every little detail, every frame, had to be perfect in order for this to work. If we wanted to catch the son of a bitch who I just found out took my sister, I would have to make sure nothing gets derailed.

Luckily we had an extra pair of hands now that Jason climbed aboard this most likely soon to be train wreck.

We had all split off to where the Joker might be, everyone for the exception of me and Jason were alone. The only reason Jason and I had paired up was that we had to cover more ground than the others. Also, they had said I was the most unstable and that Jason would keep me from doing something rash and impulsive. So here we're Jason and I, scurried around an old junk yard like mice in a maze, clueless where to find the cheese.

"You know you could at least tell me what we're looking for, " Jason grumbled.

"Look for the man in the clown suit, " I responded. I felt his eyes glaring as we walked.

"More specific, Red."

I stopped in my place and slapped my hands against my sides, "What do want me to say?"

"Something more specific," he answered dumbly making me even more frustrated.

"You're not helping," I groaned as he stopped in place like a remote control car that just ran out of batteries.

"You know if you need to talk, I'm here, " he spoke; I didn't turn around to face him. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Really Jason," I turned around and faced him, "I'm fine."

"Well, that's a bunch of bull." Jason paused for a moment; so did I. It was almost like time had stopped for a few seconds creating an awkward silence. "You know its okay to talk about your feelings."

"I don't want to talk, " I started simply and began to walk again.

"Alright then, " I heard him say. I then heard his footsteps hit the ground, growing near. "But if you ever need to talk, Tim, I'm here."

It has never been easy for me to talk about my feelings. It's a fact. But here I am second guessing everything, nearly giving in to my emotions. I've lost so much in so little time and I just don't understand why.

"Look, Jason," I sighed in defeat, "I'm just— knowing he has my sister— I can't think straight."

He placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping us both in our tracks. "We'll get her back, don't worry." I bit my lip and looked down, my mask keeping my tears from pouring down like a rain on a stormy day.

I felt sick to my stomach. It twisted in knots and I no longer wanted to my standing here next to Jason, in this junk yard, no where in this city for that matter. I wished to be back with my team, where (Y/n) was waiting for my return. But as long as this clown was out from behind bars, no one, not even (Y/n) that was miles away, was safe.

"Earth to Tim," Jason shook my shoulders. Even when I had came back to reality, it still felt as if I were very far from it, crawling and yearning for the chance to feel something real. "Tim."

My knees buckled from underneath me, causing me to collapse to the broken road beneath us. I could here Jason calling my name, but it seemed so distant due to the ringing I was hearing. I was in a referees' position, head hanging low, and hands digging into the weathered away pavement. I finally ripped off the only thing blinding the truth; my mask. "All my fault," I rambled, "all my fault."

Jason's hands grasped my shoulders, "Hey, snap out of it, kid." He pulled me up to where my hands no longer supported my weight; he did now. "You're smarter than that Tim. It's not your fault. Don't ride the guilt train.

There was that word again. Train. I knew this was a bad idea, coming here was a train wreck. It was too late now, however, to hop back on and go the other way.

Jason helped me stand and gave me back my mask. I wiped at the fallen tears that streamed down my face then placed it back on.

"Tim, it's okay to show weakness," Jason comforted.

"Not when that freak has my sister," I looked away ashamed of all that just happened.

Jason stayed silent, then there was the sound of feed back from a microphone, thundering in our ears.

"You know Jason, the kids got a point."

As soon as I heard his voice over the intercom, my blood ran cold, stinging at all my insides.

I found the confidence to speak, "Where the hell is she?!"

He cackled, the microphone sending out more feedback, "With me of course." He paused, a low laugh erupting from his throat, "Although, I feel that you two will be joining her very soon."

"Bring it, Pennywise!" Jason shouted bringing out his guns and pointing them in different directions. I readied my bow staff, gripping tight onto the middle of it.

"Well I can't bring anything," Joker paused for a few seconds, "but the can." Then suddenly, jokerized civilians walked out from behind cars, climbed over rumble, and walked straight for us. And still somehow, I felt like all of this was still somehow my fault.

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I should be working on homework. Eh, fuck it😂 Instead I'm gonna chug down a whole coffee and write some more.

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