The Missing Piece (Batfam x reader)

Chapter 32

*previously*

Just then I saw a red and black suited figure come into frame, as they hit the bat out of Harley's hand, and started to take her down. I could her the sounds of groans and shrieks as I saw Harley fall to the ground, in front of me.

  I tried to look up at the figure above me, but my head felt heavy, and my body felt cold as I reached up for them. I then felt my body go lump and numb...

as my vision went black.

_____________1st Person POV____________

  "...d*mnit (Y/N)...." I heard someone say, as I raised my head slightly.

  My eyes blinked a few times, trying to regain my surroundings and bearings. I felt two strong arms around me, and I felt my feet drag behind me.

  "..Hurry up, and wake up-...!" Just then his voice cut off as I heard others.

  Trying to shake away the dizziness and sleep quickly, I shook my head slightly, and tried to peer over at the masked figure.

  "T-Tim?..." I whispered out. I cleared my throat a bit and looked up and over at the Red Robin.

  Tim let out a sigh of relief, as he set me against a nearby wall. He was gentle, yet fast with his movements, probably because we have to save the others. He took a step back and ran fingers through his hair, "Thank God you're awake. I was worried that she might've hit you pretty hard,"

  I gave a small giggle, and stood up to my feet. My hand travelled back to the back of my head, feeling the bruise start to form as I lightly touched it, feeling a sharp pain hit me.

  My hand jerked back, and I looked over at Tim, "Nah, it's Harley. She swings like a little Toddler,"

  "I mean, she technically is one-" He joked as I laughed a bit.

  I looked over, hearing some muffled voices speak. I looked back at Tim, and motioned him to follow. Following behind me, we snuck by two pillars, staying low and out of sight.

  We scoped out the men in the main hall/room, holding big guns (very specific) in their hands. Each one had a different, but similar, clown mask on or clown face paint, along with similar orange pants and white tanktops.

  They probably all just got out of Arkham...

  I glanced over at Tim, who was looking around the area. His fingers were up to his mask, tapping on it to activate the high tech AI system he put in, just in case Oracle got cut off.

  He turned his head, looking around at the goons, his eyes narrowing and following their moves. I tapped my mask to activate my x-ray mood, looking at the guys. There was about 3 with loaded guns, 4 with bats, and about 6 with knives.

  It seemed like a lot of guys to take down, but there was only 13, and according to Bruce,

  'Any number lower than 20 is easy to take down. They usually target you in groups, so you can easily fight off one group at a time'.

  Shaking my head, and exiting my little thought, I saw Tim's hand waving in my face. I pushed his hand away and looked over to him, his hands were waving around.