The Missing Piece (Batfam x reader)

Chapter 15

*previously*

  "I'm glad those idiots saved you from that failure of a Halloween Decoration." He smirked and then jumped out, running through the backyard to get home, dodging the traps Bruce has set up for Damian mainly.

  As the shadowed figure left, a certain girl starts to swim awake; why? Because of coincidence

____________1st Person POV_____________

  "God my head hurts," I reach up and held onto my forehead, but as I reached up, I felt a slight pain in my arm.

  Pulling my sleeve up, it revealed to be a bandaid, then the thoughts of the party flood into my mind, "Oh yeah..."

  I probably was given a shot to help or something. I sighed and lifted myself out of bed, pulling my fuzzy blanket with me. I pulled off the heart monitor clip, and set it by the laptop.

I wrapped up and walked over towards the door. The floor was so cold against my feet, and the air seemed to be cold as well. Looking back, I felt a rush of wind as my window my open, "The hell?"

  I walked over and closed it, locking the window.

  "Alfred probably opened it to let some fresh air in,"

  Shrugging it off, I turned around walking towards the door, hearing slight movement from outside the door. I opened it, and instantly a face made contact with it, "OW! WHAT THE F-"

  "You better watch your pooty mouth," I waved a finger, walking up and hugging him. I was still traumatized from that dumb dream, so I was happy to see Tim (for once) all awake and unharmed.

  "Ah, you're finally awake!" I nodded and pulled away, giving a smirk,

"And you finally need a haircut!" I flicked a piece of his black locks out of his face. He glares at me, and shook his head.

  "And to think, I was the one that helped you," He sighed and I smiled still

  "Yeah, thank you for that," I blinked a few times, and looked down, not wanting to remember the illusion, "It means a lot... That...that was a terrible thing to go through,"

  I felt pressure on my shoulder, and looked over to see a hand; Tim's hand.

  "I know, but don't worry. Whatever you saw, or heard, isn't real. It was just a bad nightmare that won't happen,"

  I have a weak smile as I nodded again, "Thank you,"

  "Hey, it's what I'm here for; moral support," He gave a thumbs up as I punched his arm jokingly.

  He chuckled and led me downstairs to the living room.

  "You stay here, and I'll get some food for you, along with some more medicine,"

  "Hey! Can you grab my meds from upstairs?" I shouted as he was about to leave. He turned and nodded, giving me yet another thumbs up.

  "On it!" He rushed out the door, and I just sat there.

  Silence, all over again.

  There was just silence, and calmness. I reached for the remote and turned on a show again, stopping on a movie marathon that happened to be on.

  I propped my feet up on the coffee table, and decided to rest a little more. I couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare, and every time it popped into my mind; it hurt me. There was so many details to it, that it looked real. It felt real, and it sounded as though it was real.