To spread your wings /A Young Justice fan fic

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A.N: OOH kay, so I've been a bit lazy on updating this chapter, so I hope you enjoy this! Luv as always, W0NDERFUL_ & PotatoThe_StreetKerb ✌️✌️✌️✌️
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Ronnie's P.O.V.

When I regined concienceness, I couldn't feel any pain no more, and everything was black.

My favorite color. I laughed silently to myself.

That's so emo.

I tried opening my eyes but it felt like little weights were keeping them shut, they were so heavy. Rolling over on my side, I sniffed the air, wondering what mom would be making today.

I couldn't catch much of a smell, but, wait.... it smells like... super santitised stuff and stale clean clothes. My mind flashed into panic mode instantly.

Oh my God, this is a hospital.

Holy. Freaking. Cheetos.

"Okay," I thought. "Now I NEED to open my eyes."

I counted quickly in my head; 1,2,3... open!

But nothing happened.

I rolled back on my back and groaned, now feeling my leg begin to seer. "Uuugh..." And then my eyes flashed open. And I saw my mom looking in the room through a big shiny window and snapped my eyes closed.

"Hisssss! The light! It burns! Hayelp! Hayelp me, please!" I shouted, half hoping she'd take the bait.

I waited for her to respond when I heard the deep voice that sure sounded like the man who drives the big-white-van beside me.

"She's awake."

I squeezed shut my eyes and used oh so much of my energy to turn my head to the left where I heard the voice come from. Slowly, I peeled open one eye and shreiked as I saw a man standing to close for comfort by my bed, his side facing me as he held something in his hands, and shot up in bed as I struck him in the stomache.

The man grunted and dogged another blow as he stepped back and smacked my hand with the wooden clip board that he held. I gasped as I finally, really loked at the man. And then guess what?! He started breakdancing and singing baby got back! Funny though, but no.

I wish.

Because it was Batman, in the flesh.

That I, Veronica Stuart just hit.

Well isn't that just shit.

I looked down at the thin sheets that were now heaped in my lap and looked at him through my lashes. "Oh, well then ,um, hey there. C-can I help you or, or something?" I swear at that moment my body went into shock. I mean come on, it's not everyday that you wake up to Batman!

He only stood up still and glared mercilessly at my expresion. "No," was the only thing he said, and it was pretty gruff like a dog waiting to attack at that.

"How'd I get here?" I looked up at the lights as he then proceeded to tell me how I got here. One of the long tube-like lights flickered, probably ready to kick the bucket. I fiddled with the sheets in my hands as I watched it, waiting for it to go out when my nail snagged and ripped down wards as it poked up some open flesh. I winced as i proceeded to tear it off.