Pandora~ A Young Justice Fanfiction

Runaways

Persephone's POV

"What are we doing? You know I don't want to be out right now?" I grumble dropping my gaze as we walk by a group of kids around our age, and they look me up and down not even trying to hide their disgust. "But you need to that's what your problem is." Tim shoots back adjusting his sunglasses which I want to snatch off his face.

"I don't have a problem." I scoff glaring at his feet as we continue to walk through the dingy and dreary streets of Gotham. "Percy," I finally look up at him as we stop at the crosswalk when I hear his demanding tone. "When Cassie calls me in hysterias because she's worried about you I think something's wrong."

"Aww Cassie called you?" His head falls back a strangled noise coming out of his throat making me chuckle slightly, but I stop abruptly the feeling foreign after nearly a month without it.

"Even depressed you can't let this go?" He breathes out shaking his head slightly as we push through several bodies of people that all seem to interested in us, but not enough to care if they run us over. "I'm not depressed I'm just unsociable."

"Withdrawn," he throws back.

"Reserved," I challenge.

"Standoffish."

"Shy!"

"Self destructive."

"Okay I'm done with the synonym game!"  Ducking my head down just as quickly as I lifted it when I see people around us glare at me for raising it. "You love the synonym game," he shoots back voice quite cheery for Tim. He must not notice my obvious discomfort, or he's just not trying to publicise it more than I am.

"Never have, never will." My shoulders shrug my spirits and expression lifting with them even with the toxic aura in the air. "If you were less cranky you would enjoy it." He shoots back playfully turning to me walking backwards with his arms outstretched like a complete dork.

I need to separate him and Dick more.

"No you're the only dork in this universe that finds enjoyment from matching different words." The people around don't seem to be as close anymore, and even my collar feels looser. Funny how your world can turn upside down simply by someone's presence.

"Intellectual," Tim states dramatically regarding my use of the term nerd.

"Geek," I quickly counter with a closed lip smile.

"Master mind!" He shouts throwing his arms above his head deepening his voice.

"Dwe- Hey I know what you're doing!" I snort covering my mouth like that would make the horrendous noise go back in, but when I look to my best friend he's just grinning like he accomplished something huge.

And I guess he has. I'm not entirely sure why I've closed myself off from them, other than it's my immediate autopilot, but it doesn't help that I haven't been as in tune with my emotions without my telepathy. I keep telling myself it's because I don't want to hurt them, however deep down I know it's their reactions I'm really scared of.

What if they finally understand what I really am? Looking at Tim now I see that that could never be true, but I guess even without my powers my mind is a toxic place and fear still hangs over me waiting to drop in. Dick swore taking away my powers would eliminate my fear, but all it's done is left me defenseless to it.

And I'm not saying it's his fault, it's no one's but mine, but I don't think any of them can fully understand me. Yes they've had problems with their powers, but I feel like my situation is different enough to wedge space between it and others.