For my new followers, likers, and commenters!!! It's time for Robin and Bethany to finally meet!!! Try not to get overwhelmed... ;)
Bethany's POV
I cracked my eyelids open and the first thing that I saw were the annoying fluorescent lights of a hospital. Ugh. I hated hospitals. I picked up my head and that's when the throbbing started. I noticed that my leg and arm was wrapped up in temporary casts and my head had a tight, thin bandage going around my temples. I tried to sit up and-
"Oh shit!" I groaned. Wow. My abs hurt. I lifted my white cotton shirt (I don't even know how my clothes got changed) and I was welcomed with the sight of band-aids and white bandages covering my whole stomach. And then I remembered what had happened. Who were those people? Why did they help me? How did that boy in the black suit move so fast? How did the dark boy FREAKING MOVE WATER?! What was that remote control thingy? AND WHO CHANGED MY CLOTHES?!
I pushed off of my back using my raw hands. Even my hands stung, but thankfully, there were scabs on them. Hmm. How did the scabs form so quickly? I thought I was only out for a couple hours. I gently swung my legs over the bed and hopped off. Right when my body weight was off the bed, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the floor, thankfully landing on the side of my butt. It was like my legs couldn't even hold my own weight. I had never felt this weak in my life.
I slid on my butt to where my backpack was resting on a chair in the corner of the room, but when I checked it, the remote was gone!
"Shit!" I whispered to myself. Those people took it, I'm sure! I needed to get out of here. I put on my little backpack and staggered to my feet. I shuffled to the door, clutching the wall like a drunk person. My feet were stumbling over each other and I tripped before I could lay a hand on the door handle. I desperately grabbed around at the air in front of me and I accidentally knocked over a glass vase with flowers in it. A loud crash rattled the room, water spilled everywhere, and flowers littered the ground.
I sat back on my butt and clutched the sides of my head. Sitting on the floor, I remembered Devastation's attack. I was broken, bloody, and close to death. I remembered, and I suddenly felt sick. The room started spinning and it was almost like the oxygen in the room wasn't enough. My stomach and ribs were hurting whenever I drew a breath and my heart was pounding too hard. My ears had this annoying ringing noise in them and the edges of my vision were black. The black parts of my vision had curling tendrils that seemed to be reaching out and trying to fill up my whole line of sight. I tried to stabilize myself with my hands on the floor, but the floor still felt like I was on a spinning platform that was constantly tilting back and forth. I was gasping for breath.
Suddenly the door swung open and the masked boy with dark hair stepped in. It was the same boy that had carried me in the parking lot. He seemed to look in shock at me for a split second before, all of a sudden, he was kneeling right in front of me.
"Bethany, calm down. You're safe," His voice was strong and reassuring. It was gentle and soothing, but still firm. I wanted so desperately to see what he looked like up close, but his face was slowly swimming out of focus. I started shaking my head quickly, which only worsened the headache. I could feel his piercing eyes trying to look deep into my crazy, wild animal eyes.
"Bethany! Concentrate!" He gently put his hands on both sides of my face and turned my head, which forced me to look at him. I could smell a little bit of musky cologne on him. At any other time, I would have been embarrassed at how close I was with another boy, but right now, his smell was overpowering and I felt like I was suffocating. Don't get me wrong, he smelled good, but at the moment, it was overpowering, since my senses were on edge. I started waving my hands in front of me, trying to push him away. I tried to tell him to get away, but I only ended up mouthing the words because my throat was so dry and croaky. He must have been able to read lips because his eyebrows furrowed, but instead of moving away, he held me tighter.
"Bethany, concentrate on me. Just concentrate on me," He said softly. I concentrated on his hands. They were gloved, but I could feel his warmth through the gloves. He was kneeling in front of me, his face inches from mine, my hands resting on his chest. We were both kneeling on the floor next to the bed and his knees were pressing into mine. There were flowers and shards of sparkling glass sprawled around us. My heartbeat slowed down to a pace that was a little above normal. My head stopped spinning, the ringing diminished, and the black around the edges receded enough for me to examine the face in front of me.
The boy had a strong jaw, pursed lips, and furrowed eyebrows. His hair was raven black and was settled in place, framing his face. I could see the slight outline of his eyes behind his mask, but I couldn't see the color. Despite not being able to see his full face due to his mask, I could tell he was handsome. And I could also tell that he was strong and fit from my hands on his chest. Everything returned to normal.
I blinked. The boy in front of me smiled a little bit, seeing that I was recovered from my mini traumatic breakdown.
"There. See? Not so bad," He said softly, a smile playing on his lips. He gently helped me up by grasping my elbows, but he didn't let go when we stood, "My name's Robin by the way."
I swallowed to get my throat to work. "How did you know my name?" I asked softly, my voice cracking at the end.
He smiled sheepishly, "I looked you up using the Mother... Never mind."
Still confused as to what he was talking about, I decided I had bigger troubles. I suddenly noticed how close we were. I could practically feel his body heat on me, and he was still holding my arms. I felt face getting flushed and the room felt a little hot. I quickly looked at the ground and took a steady step backwards. When I looked back up, I caught his face with a little tinge of red on the cheeks as he realized, too.
He let out a small, fake cough and then straightened up, "So you must have a lot of questions. I can answer -"
"Who are you?!" I managed to sputter out. I was so confused at what was happening and I was going to start crying with how much I didn't understand.
"I told you, my name is Robin and -"
"No! I meant who- ugh! What are you?! That guy moved water, and the other guy was just a blur, and the girl was floating, and the other girl was shooting arrows, and..." I realized that what I was rambling sounded retarded and stupid, "I'm going crazy! Am I dead? Is that why I'm imagining things?! But why does heaven hurt so much?" I said pointing to my ribs, "Or am I in Hell?"
"Bethany, just calm -"
"And why are you dressed like that?!" I hadn't realized that we were already walking down hallways and I was practically shrieking. Robin, as he called himself, was half carrying half dragging me down the hallway. We arrived at a large room with a glowing circular platform in the middle. There was a tall, broad man dressed in all black with a cape and mask and he was standing in the center,
"And where am I?!"
"Bethany, welcome," The man dressed in all black turned and I felt myself whimpering. I accidentally took a step back and wanted to cower in the corner. He was so scary.
"Who... Who a-are you?! W-what is this place, and w-why am I h-here?" I stuttered. It looked like the man in black was burning my soul.
"Kid Flash B03, Artemis B07, Aqualad B02, Miss Martian B05, Superboy B04," A robotic voice suddenly rang out. Five people dressed in weird costumes appeared in a flash of light. My confusion level just shot up about a thousand levels higher, if that was even possible.
"What the...? SOMEONE ANSWER MY QUESTIONS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!"
"Bethany, we have a lot to discuss," The man in black sternly told me, obviously disapproving of my choice of words.
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