#I remember when making Wally I was contemplating making him taller

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HOW TALL ARE MOB??!?}!?!1!2!1!2?

All of the mobsters are their canon/original heights 😔🥄

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Sweet Tarts -TD

Warnings: Pure tooth-rotting fluff

Paring: Tim Drake x Wally sis! Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Tag List: @kishony-the-geek​ @idkmanicantenglish​ @unknowntoanyone​ @subtleappreciation​ @catxsnow​ @river-bottom-nightmare​ @screennamealreadyused​ @woahjaybird​

A/N: I did not specify if Wally and Y/N are biological or adopted siblings, so that part is entirely left up to you and how you want to interpret it. 

“Come on Y/N, just come with me. It’ll be fun!” Wally protested, pulling on your arm.

You rolled your eyes and looked up at your older brother, for the last hour he had been trying to convince you to go to a team party with him but all you wanted to do was sit and read the newest book in your favorite series. It had just recently come out and you were more than excited, but of course, Wally had other plans.

“Why can’t you just ask Dick to go with you?” you brushed him off, turning to look at your book once more.

“He already is, but I want to introduce my little sister to the rest of the team. They know literally everything about you but what you look like. You come this one time and I will never ask you again for as long as I live.” He pleaded, dashing over to look at you.

Wally did have a point, the only people you had actually met on the team were Dick, Conner, M’gann, and Artemis considering they were all close friends with Wally. You knew Dick had younger brothers, but you had never met them let alone knew what they looked like. Dick and Wally were the worst when they were together, normally where you found one, nine times out of ten the other was with them causing trouble and giving Bruce and Barry gray hairs.

There was even a space for you on the team, considering the fact that you had similar powers to that of Wally and Barry but the hero life was never for you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help others but Barry was stressed enough with just Wally and Bart; adding you to the mix was an accident waiting to happen. Besides, you were the slowest of them all and didn’t want to hold anyone back. Both Wally and Barry respected your decision, but Bart never stopped bugging you to join.

“Wally, you and I both know that if I go to one, it will turn into every single one, and before I know it one of you has managed to rope me into joining the team.” You closed your book and crossed your arms, “I know the schemes you and Dick come up with, you really think you could pull this one past me?”

Wally gave you a shrug. “Maybe, but please? I want you to meet everyone else.”

After a few more moments of contemplating, you finally let out a sigh and dropped your head. “Fine, I will go to this one! But I swear if you try anything funny, I will punch you into the next century.” You threatened.

“Oh, come on, you and I both know you can’t do that.” Wally teased, poking your forehead only for you to flick his nose. “You aren’t fast enough for it.”

“No, but Barry is.”

Wally seemed to take that threat semi-serious, he got up with a huge smile on his face. “I swear, you will not regret coming to this!” he laughed and sped off to his room to call Dick and let him know that their plan was a go.

It was a couple of hours until the party but Wally spent most of it making sure that you were good to go. He was oddly concerned with what you were wearing, and how your hair looked. It should have raised red flags all over the place, but you brushed it off as Wally just being his over-analytical self.

Before you knew it, the two of you were standing outside the zeta tube in Central City ready to go to Mt. Justice for the party that was being hosted as a celebration for one of the team’s biggest cases completed.

Recognized -Kid Flash B03, -Velocity B032

The two of you didn’t even make it in the cave before Wally was dragged into a hug by his best friend. “You guys made it! Velocity, good to see you.” He grinned and hugged you tightly as well.

“Dick, I don’t go by Velocity you know that.” You chuckled hugging him back.

“If you don’t go by Velocity, then why is it there?” a voice asked from behind him. Conner and M’gann walked up to you with a smile on their face.

You crossed your arms and gave them both a look. “You all know very well why it’s there and not my name.”

Wally and Dick rubbed the back of their necks with a suspicious look on their faces. “We have no idea what you are talking about Y/N, but either way I’m glad you decided to come. There are so many people who want to meet Wally’s famous sister.”

The four of them ushered you further into the cave where there were dozens of people there standing around, talking, and eating the many snacks M’gann had made. Most people were in their civies as well, the few who weren’t wore either glasses or their masks to hide their identity.

Taking a look around, you remembered the last time you were in the cave. It was the day that you got the nickname Velocity, but tried to push it to the back of your mind as Dick and Wally specifically maneuvered you towards the snack table.

“Make yourself at home, we’ll be right back,” Dick said and walked off with Wally right behind him.

“Don’t you move.” Wally threatened and followed his friend before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone at the snack table.

It was at this point you regretted coming to the party, your brother and the only people you knew ditched you at the snack table so you did the only thing you could. Gorge yourself on the delectable treats in front of you. Grabbing a plate, you put a little bit of everything that could fit on your plate. Your appetite was quite large, but it was your metabolism trying to keep up with the speeds your body could handle. The only person you had seen eat more than you was Wally; he was like a human garbage disposal.

You were snacking on a cherry tart when you heard someone stand beside you. Looking to your left, you saw a boy with messy black hair and the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen. He was only a bit taller than you and had his arms crossed over his chest with a disheveled look on his face as if he was forced to walk over.

Before he could catch you looking, you quickly turned your head and finished the tart in your hand.

“You should try the apple ones, they’re the best.” He said softly.

Turning to look at him, a small smile spread on your face. “I don’t know, I’m pretty attached to the cherry.”

The boy chuckled and held out his hand. “I’m Tim, Dick is my older brother.”

You took his in your own and shook it. “Y/N, Wally is mine.” you smiled.

“I figured, you’re all he seems to talk about.” Tim smiled, leaning against the table to look at you.

“Oh really? How many embarrassing stories should I be worried that everyone knows about?” you asked, finishing your cherry tart.

Tim laughed at your question. “None so far, all he says is how cool you are and that he is proud of you.”

Hearing those words made you smile more, maybe Wally wasn’t such a terrible big brother. “I’m proud of him too, putting himself out there to help those who can’t protect themselves every day. It’s not easy, and Wally loves it more than anything.” You explained, reaching for an apple tart and taking a bite of it.

“You’re right, these are good.” You smiled.

“I told you.” He grinned. “But you have the same powers, so why don’t you fight with him and the team?” Tim asked, tilting his head as he took a cherry tart off of your plate.

You tried to swat his hand away with a laugh only for him to stay out of reach and take a bite.

“I prefer to stay out of the action, I’m not as fast as Barry, Wally, or Bart. I’d only slow them down, and worry them more, so I’ve taken up an internship with Iris and journalism and help keep people’s noses out of their identities.” You explained, looking around. “But that does not stop them, especially Bart. Every time I see him, he brings out the suit Barry had made for me and makes a big deal about asking every chance he gets.”

Your eye caught sight of Wally and he was talking to Artemis, with Dick at his side. They seemed to be talking in hushed whispers about something and gesturing towards your location but things weren’t adding up. Before you could even voice your concern, or mention it to Tim you saw a blur out of the corner of your eye.

“Speaking of which.” You quickly set your plate down and grabbed Tim’s hand and took off down the hall to get away from Bart. You loved him to death, but this kid had an exuberant amount of energy that rivaled Wally’s and this was the last thing you wanted.

“Y/N!” you heard Bart call from behind you, only making you pick up the pace a little.

You could have run faster to get away from him, but for some reason, you grabbed hold of Tim and drug him along with you. It limited your speed and you felt him tug on your hand.

“Here, this way.” He said and opened a door and quickly shoved the two of you in, quietly shutting it behind you.

The two of you hid in the dark closet, Tim’s ear pressed against the door as he listened for Bart’s steps to fade away. Somehow the two of you had outrun him and hid before he could actually find you. A couple minutes passed before you let out the breath you had been holding.

“Thanks for that.” You smiled, blinking as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. It had only just dawned on you exactly where you were, and how small the room was. “Tim, did you just shove us in a broom closet?”

Tim rubbed the back of his head. “It was the closest place we could hide, I figured from the way you took off that you didn’t want to deal with him asking you questions.” He looked around, before reaching for the door. “I think it’s safe to come out.” He said and pulled on the handle, only for it to not budge.

“Tim, why is the door not opening?” you asked.

“Uh, it’s locked.”

“It’s what?”

“It’s locked.” He repeated.

You ran a hand through your hair and let out a sigh. “How are we locked in here? Does it unlock from the outside only?”

“It seems so, and I don’t have my utility belt or I could totally get us out of here.” He responded and pulled out his phone, using the light to look around. You had left yours with Wally because the outfit you were wearing did not have any pockets.

“I have no service in here either, so it looks like we just have to wait it out.” He sighed and sat on a box, you sitting on one leaned against the opposite wall. The closet was big enough that you were comfortable, but your knees were touching and you were crowded by various items.

“It’s never a dull time with you bats.” You chuckled, leaning your arms on your thighs.

“I could say the same thing about you speedsters.” Tim teased. “Between you, Wally, and Bart, someone is always laughing and having a good time.”

You tilted your head at his comment. “We’ve never met before tonight; how do you know I always make people laugh?”

Tim was thankful for the darkness of the room; you didn’t get to see the slight blush creeping up on his face. “Wally and Bart talk about you all the time, every story they tell has at least one person in tears laughing.”

Your face began to heat up as well, with you tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, life is too short with this occupation. What better way to live it than to make others laugh right?”

Tim laughed softly and looked at you with his blue eyes illuminated by the soft glow coming from his phone. “Yeah, you never know what day will be your last so might as well live it the way you want to, right?”

The tone in his voice seemed to change with those last few words. Tim had known about you for a while and even harbored a slight crush from the pictures Dick would show him of you and Wally. But seeing you in reality, was something different entirely; the way your eyes shone when you talked about your family and running made him fall even harder. Sure, you weren’t a public hero like your brother or uncle, but you were still a speedster and running was in your blood.

Slowly his hand reached over and took yours, keeping his touch light and soft. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off, or make you think he was some kind of weirdo. But the second you tightened your grip on his hand, his heart fluttered.

“I have to be honest; I did not want to come to this stupid party, and getting locked in a closet was not on my list. But I am glad that it's with you.” You smiled, looking at your entwined hands.

His fingers were long but calloused. It showed the hard work he put into his title of Robin, but no matter how rough they were his touch was soft. He gripped your hand in his and looked at you. You had only met him that night, but there was something that pulled you towards him. Maybe it was the fact that he understood what it was like to have a big brother’s legacy to live up to or the simple fact that he understood that you didn’t want to join the hero scene. Whatever it was, it seemed to pull him towards you as well.

Before you knew it, his face was right in front of yours and you could feel his warm breath fan over your face. One inch closer and your lips would be on his, and your eyes locked with his. Tim’s hand left yours as he cupped your cheek with both hands, threading his fingers through your hair slightly.

The magnetic pull only got stronger as you leaned in closer, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours. His lashes tickled the skin on your cheeks as Tim kissed you fully, leaning into it to feel it closer.

The kiss itself only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t decipher.

“You taste like cherry tart.” Tim gave a lopsided grin, savoring the taste of your lips on his own.

“I am definitely glad I am stuck in a closet with you now.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and kissed Tim once more. His hands held your waist as he pulled you onto his lap to bring you closer to his body.

This kiss lasted longer than the first one, but not by much. Before either of you could react, the door to the closet swung open as light flooded into the room. You let out a squeak and jumped off Tim’s lap and landed on the floor with a thud.

Looking up, you saw Dick standing there with his arms crossed and an amused expression on his face. “Having fun, you two?” he teased.

Tim’s face flushed darker as you glared at Dick from your spot on the floor.

“Hey, Wally! I found her!” he called. Within seconds, Wally was next to Dick and peeking into the closet and saw your current position.

“You know, when we planned on setting you two up, we did not mean for you to make out in a dark closet.” He grinned.

“Wally!” you snapped and got up and dove at him quickly, Wally speeding out of the way. It all clicked why they wanted you to come to the party so bad and Wally’s sudden interest in what you wore out of the house. He was trying to set you up with Dick’s little brother.

Knowing that he was in trouble, Wally took off down the hall with you right behind him zooming through the cave as you tried to catch him. The night ended with Wally nursing a large bruise on his shoulder and you and Tim exchanging numbers and planning your first official date of many yet to come.

[sassyshoulderangel319]

Fictober18 Day 8 “I know you do.”

Fandom/Character(s): DC Comics, BatFam - Dick Grayson/Nightwing

“I know you do,” I said, brushing some of Dick’s bangs out of his eyes. “And I love you too. But you have to promise me you’re going to be careful.”

He snorted. “It’s me, remember? Leap first, look for the net second.”

“There is no net out there.”

He beamed. “I know! That’s what makes it so exciting!”

I scoffed. “You’re such an adrenaline junkie.”

“Am not! No adrenaline---only justice!” Dick exclaimed in a really bad impression of Batman.

It worked though. I started laughing, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders and burying my face in his chest. “I’m going to miss you,” I said. His arms reached up and held me close.

“I’ll miss you too. More than anything. But it’s only for a couple months. Then I’ll be back, okay?”

“Promise me you’ll be careful.” I pulled back from our hug to look him in the face.

He met my eyes, contemplating me with a tilted head. His eyes were piercing blue and stabbed me right in the soul. After a moment, he gave me the softest, gentlest smile. “I swear,” he said quietly. His fingers threaded into my hair. “I promise.” He pulled me back to his chest and just held me as tight as he could. I could feel his nose in my hair. “I’ll be back before you know it. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Your optimism is something I’ve always admired. But a little more realism wouldn’t be amiss here. Every time one of us leaves we can’t guarantee we’re going to come home.”

“I believe that’s why I promised that I’d be careful,” he said. “It’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be so busy keeping Blüdhaven safe on your own that you won’t even notice I’m gone. I’ll be back before you know it. Everything will be just fine.”

“I’m gonna believe you,” I said. “Because I can’t bear to imagine the other options.”

He kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry. I’m coming home. No way you can get rid of me that easy.”

“I love you,” I mumbled into his chest.

“I know you do. I love you too.”

“Tim, what---what are you doing in Blüdhaven?” I asked.

The boy’s eyes were red and puffy. His nose was pink. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his coat and he was shaking. He refused to look me in the eye, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on my belt.

“Tim? What’s wrong?” I pressed, putting my hand on his shoulder and pulling him into the apartment. I shut the door and gave him a hug. “What’s goin’ on, kiddo?” Didn’t matter that Tim grew taller than me years ago---he would always be kiddo. Damian too. “Is it Steph?”

“No. No it---it’s Dick,” Tim whispered as though he didn’t trust himself to use his voice.

I felt my body go rigid. “What about Dick?”

Silence.

“Tim?!”

Tim sniffed. “There... there was a bomb... He... he tried to evacuate the building. Kept going back in to get others out. He...”

“No. Tim. However that story ends... no.”

Tim shook his head. “He didn’t make it.”

I could feel my knees turning to jelly. I wobbled a bit and had to let go of Tim’s hug to sit down. “No, I... I... he... he promised,” I breathed, barely able to put my thoughts into words. My voice broke on the last word.

Tim sat next to me and held me close. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But he... he died a true hero. The roof collapsed before the bomb went off. The building was on fire. He pushed a woman out of the way. Saved her life. But he... he was too close.” He gave me a squeeze. “He loved you more than anything. Every time he contacted us he made sure to ask how you were. I have a backlog of all the times he told us to tell you he loved you. I... I brought them with me.” He pulled several folded papers out of the pocket of his coat.

Tears fell, unbidden, down my face. I pulled my knees up onto the sofa and started to cry. He couldn’t be gone. Not really. There must have been some mistake...!

Tim seemed to read my thoughts. “There wasn’t any mistake, Mrs. G. I’m sorry.”

My breath hitched in my throat. No. NO! It couldn’t be real! He wasn’t gone! He couldn’t be! Dick was too... too strong. Too tough. Too smart. Too skilled. He must have done something---

“Mrs. Grayson?” Tim asked. We’d been friends for years but after I married his older brother it was always Mrs. G or Mrs. Grayson with him.

“Hmm?”

“Whenever you’re ready, Alfred’s offered to help plan a... the... a funeral...”

I sniffed and wiped my running nose. “Thanks Tim.”

“Are you nuts?!” Dick demanded, ducking under a roundhouse kick. “She thinks I’m dead! I can’t just leave her like that! What happens when she finds out it was all a lie, huh? She’ll raze the city!”

“It’ll be me she’s mad at. Not you,” Bruce said. “You need to do this.”

“No! I’ve already done it once! I faked my death to join Spyral and I am not going to do that to her!” Dick spat, blocking a haymaker and dealing a kick to the side.

“Tim doesn’t even know. He already went to Blüdhaven to tell her before I could say anything. She thinks you’re dead!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Dick roared. “I AM NOT LETTING HER BELIEVE I’M GONE FOR THAT LONG! I did this for you once. Find someone else to do it!” He moved to storm off somewhere else.

“Richard!” Batman snapped. “This isn’t just something you can ignore---”

He was cut off by a kick to the gut. “I became Nightwing because I was sick of following your orders, Batman,” he snarled, calling his adoptive father by Batman to disconnect emotionally from the man in front of him---who he’d die for under any other circumstances. “And now again. I’m going home to my wife and I don’t care what you say!”

Bruised and bandaged, he left the Batcave.

“You doin’ okay, Mrs. G?” Jason asked. Was the stove on? Why was the stove on?

I sat listlessly at the kitchen counter, staring blankly ahead. “Uh-huh,” I replied automatically.

“No you’re not,” Jason said, pressing something warm into my hand. A mug.

I looked down.

Hot chocolate.

“No. I’m not,” I admitted. I looked up to meet my brother-in-law’s gaze. Jason’s eyes were a different shade of blue from Dick’s. Dick’s were lighter, nearing turquoise, and piercing. Jason’s were darker with gunmetal in them. “I love him.”

“I know. We all know. You two were the most sickly-in-love couple I’d ever seen.”

“Mm,” I grunted.

Jason sat next to me at the counter. “You miss him.” It wasn’t a question.

“More than anything,” I said.

He took a sip of his drink. I couldn’t tell if it was tea or hot chocolate. “I’m sorry. I know how much you two loved each other. Honestly, no matter how much I complained about it, I really was... grateful to see that relationships can work out and be... happy.”

“Thanks Jay,” I said, taking a half-hearted sip of my hot chocolate.

Jason made the best hot chocolate in the entire family. It was divinely delicious. But I was so downtrodden that I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it.

He set his hand on my knee. “Hey. Let me know if there’s... anything I can do for you, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks Jay.”

He grinned. “‘Course.”

I got up from the kitchen counter and went over to the sofa, setting the mug down on the coffee table. I had several photo albums sprawled out. Looking for pictures for... for the funeral...

I sniffed and wiped my nose.

Ding-dong!

I glanced up. “Would you get that, Jay? Tell them I’m not taking visitors at the moment,” I said. “Unless it’s Alfred.”

“Sure thing.” He got up and went to the door. I looked back down at my album. So many memories. There was the trip to Central City we took to see Wally. The amusement park. The aquarium when we had just started dating. There he was on a trapeze, flying above a circus crowd like he was more at home in the air than on the ground.

Creak!

I really needed to get that door fixed...

CRASH!

Jason’s mug dropped, shattering upon hitting the floor.

I looked up in alarm---

And then dropped the photo album.

“Dick!” I shrieked, launching myself over the back of the sofa, over the patch of broken ceramic, and into his arms.

“Ow, sweetheart! Mind the wounds!”

“Oh crap. Sorry.” I let him go, but cradled his face in my hands.

We picked our way back into the apartment while Jason swept up the mess and mopped whatever drink he’d been having. Once the door was shut, I started crying again. “Dick you’re... you’re alive!”

“Yeah,” he replied, looking injured and exhausted. “Little worse for wear but alive.”

I held his face again, barely believing my own eyes. “What happened?”

He smiled at me, gently brushing some of my hair out of my face. “I looked for the net first,” he said.

“I love you,” I said.

“I know you do. I love you too.”

[writing-yj]

Robin x Reader: The Bird Tattoo~Part Six (Soulmate AU)

A/n: Alrighty, let’s see how this goes. Prepare for a ton of angst, some gore/blood, and bad writing to be honest.

The various dishes in the kitchen sink clanked and clattered together as you washed a plate. It was your turn to do the mountain dishes, but you had no problem with it. You had time to think and the soapy bubbles brought you some form of entertainment. They looked so... interesting.

     You mimicked a wide variety of interesting noises to pass the time, just for fun. Such as a doorbell, a sprinkler, a standing ovation of applause, an excited guinea pig, the cry of an eagle, and a very loud air horn. 

     The air horn brought Robin skidding into the kitchen soon after. He looked alert and inquisitive; where did that noise come from? When he saw you standing there with a lopsided grin, he crossed his arms and huffed. “I should have known it was you.” Your mocking ability was truly remarkable. “Why are you just making random noises?”

     “I like using my powers. I can trick people, scare them, or make them laugh.” You shrugged and scrubbed at another plate. “Looks like I just tricked you.”

     Robin didn’t try to deny it. He couldn’t. “I haven’t been the first one and I won’t be the last.” He leaned on the counter and observed you cleaning the dirty dishes. No one had to worry about leftovers, since Wally leaves no food behind.

     You continued your chore in silence, even though Robin’s eyes were burning a hole in your back. You didn’t know what he wanted, or why he was staring at you, but you let it be. You assumed that he was just lost in thought, like you often did. Well, not quite like you did. You’d be very concerned if he became unresponsive and blank-faced.

     As Robin stared at you, the image of your (e/c) eyes was still fresh in his mind a day later. They were unlike any pair of eyes he’d ever seen. Your complexion was unique and beautiful. At school, he saw you as the gorgeous girl who defended him. Now that he discovered you to be Mockingbird, he wanted to take it back but he couldn’t. You were still (Y/n) (L/n), an attractive high school girl by day, a skilled and strong heroine by night.

     You liked Dick Grayson’s eyes from the start. His mask and sun glasses hid them from view. You were glad, too. Every time you saw those blue irises of his, your heart fluttered. And frankly, you hated that. You didn’t avoid him during school hours, but you only talked to him if he spoke to you first. Which was very rare anyway.

     “Am I allowed to talk to you at school or do you want me to avoid you like you’re a virus?” Robin questioned. In a way, you were a virus to him. He was drawn to you, and his stomach felt weird and different when you were around. It made him cautious.

     “The Robin wants to talk to me at school?” You asked shockingly. “I’m honored.” You giggled to yourself. You could sense his reluctance to ask. “I don’t care if you talk to me, just don’t act like you do here. It’ll make Artemis suspicious.”

     “I never said I wanted to talk to you there, only if I need to.”

     “You didn’t say that, either.”

     Robin didn’t answer. So there was another comfortable silence, and the huge pile of dishes was getting smaller at a tedious pace. Talking to Robin made it less boring, but you wished it would go by faster.

     You figured asking for help wouldn’t be a bad idea. “If you’re going to keep standing there, you might as well help with the dishes.” It didn’t really come out as a question like you intended.

     You heard Robin grumble, but he trudged on over to stand next to you. You handed him a spare wash cloth, and got to work. The cluster of dishes was now diminishing much faster, and an argument had yet to break out. Maybe this could turn into a mild and eventually calm friendship. You never did dislike him as much as he disliked you. His resentment cause you to feel the same about him; who would like someone who hated them? But the hostility had definitely dialed down.

     “I appreciate your help. It takes a lot off my,” You smirked. “Plate.”

     He turned a whacked your shoulder. “Really, Mockingbird? That was the worst pun I’ve ever heard.”

     “And your puns are better?”

     “Yes, significantly.”

     You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a grunt. “Yeah, and I’m not taller than you.” The mere two-inch difference didn’t stop you from teasing him,

     “I didn’t have to help you, you know.” Robin glared at you from behind his sunglasses. You still had your mask on from when you went out and about as Mockingbird for a bit, sweeping up a few low-lives. 

     You tilted your head and looked at him with a small smile. “But you did anyway.” You giggled when Robin abruptly looked away.

     He changed the subject as soon as possible. “What does your soulmate tattoo look like?” Robin had a strong feeling that you wouldn’t answer, at least not honestly.

     The sudden question made you drop the almost-clean spoon. “I remember saying that I wasn’t going to show you guys.” You grumbled. The last thing you wanted in your life was a soulmate, but that’s what your brain said. However, your heart wanted a soulmate so very badly. It was a natural instinct that no one could completely control. 

     “Yeah, you wouldn’t show us. Telling is different than showing.” Robin found a quick but feeble loophole, but it’s worth a try. “You don’t even have to be specific.”

     You contemplated telling him as you thought of the different outcomes it could cause. So far, he hadn’t breathed a word to anyone else of what you told him about you. Meaning that you trusted him enough to not tell anyone. But if he saw the tattoo on someone he knew, or even on himself, he could easily slip up and tell them. It was normal to want to assist a friend in finding their soulmate. You weren’t normal, though.

     “Well,” You picked up the spoon and scrubbed it vigorously. “It’s a lot more colorful than I expected. Too colorful for my liking.” You put the spoon with the other silverware a little rougher than necessary. “The last thing I need right now is a soulmate.”

     Robin knew that you didn’t like the whole soulmate deal, but he was curious as to why. “Why don’t you want one?”

     The question caused you to laugh outright. “Why would I want a soulmate when I lead the life I’m living right now? I fight bad guys and a mock noises when I’m not at school. I have more important things to focus on than a soulmate.” Plenty of people would find your words offensive and/or rude. You hoped Robin wasn’t one of them. “It’s a very unpopular opinion, but my priorities and expectations are different; someone at school said I should see a psychologist when she heard my thoughts on soulmates.”

     “But, uh,” Robin didn’t really know how to ask the question without giving you the wrong but right idea. “What would you do if you did find your soulmate?”

     “Honestly, I don’t really know.” You never came up with a backup plan. “I don’t want to bring someone I’m supposed to and going to care about into this life.”

     He simply nodded as you both finished the dishes. Robin, too, didn’t know what he’d do if he found his soulmate at his current age. There were only three days left until his tattoo would finally appear.

     Suddenly, just as you put away the last cup, the notification you all had been waiting for appeared after almost a week. “Finally, a mission!” Wally was already in his ‘uniform’ as he sped into the room. You and Robin jumped away from the sink just in time, without making Kid Flash suspicious.

You were as quiet as a mouse as you observed the shipment yard. The team was finally being sent to investigate the recent thefts of hazardous chemicals, the thefts you connected to The Doctor. You went over the mission briefing again in your head.

“This is the last shipment of chemicals for several months,” Batman went through the files on the large computer screen. The location was pinpointed in the top right corner. “If the pattern is correct, the culprit should show up in one of the main shipment yards of Gotham.” He pointed to said map that had a set of coordinates. 

“How are these chemicals so important?” Wally borderline whined. “This seems so... so simple and minor. Like a chore.”

Batman all but glared at him. “This mission is not a chore. The chemicals in question are extremely toxic and very dangerous if they fall into the wrong hands. “You seven need to stop the operation before they steal them again.”

     Something didn’t feel right to you. You prayed that it never was The Doctor behind this, that you just had a period of paranoia. Deep down, you knew that it was slowly driving you to the point of mental instability. This needed to be solved, so your body and mind could be put to rest. Over the past few days, you only got two hours of very light sleep, but nightmares woke you up constantly.

     “Mockingbird, do you see anything?” Aqualad asked through the mind link.

     “Not at the moment.” You replied as you bounced and leaped over the various structures to reach the main warehouse. “Anyone else?”

     “KF and I are in the warehouse, and there’s nothing here either.” Robin stated as he and Kid Flash crept around in the shadows.

     Miss Martian, Superboy, and Artemis had nothing to report. It frustrated you. You needed to know now. 

     Aqulad advised you and the team to stay alert and they all shifted positions. But not you; you didn’t go to where you were supposed to be. Instead, you looked down into the warehouse from one of the ceiling windows as Artemis and Miss Martian took their turn in the building. 

     Suddenly, several figures appeared from the shadows in the warehouse, but they didn’t look quite right. They were kind of staggering, completely emotionless and blank. Like zombies, almost. “Guys, we have company!” Artemis cried out through the mind link.

     You swung in through one of the lower windows, landing in the middle of them in front of Miss Martian. “What are these things!?” You were confused as hell. They still looked like real people, but alarmingly pale. Their skin was almost gray, and their eyes looked like they were blinded. At least their skin wasn’t torn or gouged out like zombies in movies.

     The rest of the team burst into the storage building, but the amount of undead enemies was increasing steadily. Not a good thing. You all fought them, punching and kicking them away as they grabbed at your bodies. They didn’t even seem phased with each blow, and it was very concerning. Nothing stopped them from going after you and the team; they could be thrown to the ground, but they got right back up.

     Robin rapidly threw down a gadget and yelled, “Step back! Lead them over these!” 

     You were barely out of the way when Robin activated them, which turned out to be small electrocution devices. You received a bit of a shock, and memories of The Doctor electrocuting you flashed before your eyes. You quietly cried out to shove them out of your head, and it worked, thankfully. If you couldn’t stop them from resurfacing, there was a high chance of you not being able to function properly.

     The devices worked, for the most part. A good portion of the ‘zombies’ were left immobile, and looked permanently deceased. You saw a tall shadow out of the corner of your eye, one you knew all to well. Sudden destructive anger and desire overtook you, and you followed it with great determination.

     “Mockingbird, no!” You heard Aqualad shout as he threw another enemy off him. “We need you here!” The team was already struggling, despite their remarkable abilities and strengths and skills. But you ignored Aqualad, and the others. You wanted to get this over with. You needed to fight The Doctor. You needed to end him. You needed to kill him. With all your might, you forcibly disconnected from Miss Martian’s mind link. It was a very difficult task.

     You didn’t feel tired at all as you jumped great lengths and heights to follow the mysterious figure, who you were sure to be The Doctor. You were blinded by rage, but that was a horrible side affect to the experiments. You didn’t come out as a perfect, flawless Mockingbird without complications. PTSD was expected, though.

     In the end, you both landed on the roof, with his back facing you. When his eerie voice floated through the air, your worst fears came true.

     “Well, well, well. It looks like my little bird has improved.” He turned around and you were met with a set of crazed yellow eyes and a creepy smile. The Doctor was alive, and it felt like your heart was being squeezed.

     The wind was knocked out of you, but it didn’t stop you from flying at him with an outraged cry. “You’re supposed to be dead!” Your voice wavered, just a little. The zombified people, you realized, were the people going missing. They couldn’t be fixed, not anymore.

     “They never found remains, darling! You all assumed I was blown to pieces,” The Doctor dodged and blocked most of your hits, and he socked you right in the jaw and the stomach. The pain was sharp, but dulled in mere seconds. 

     The fight went on, and he ended up with a broken nose and you got a busted lip. You were both pretty beaten up, but he was the one who originally trained you to be a mindless weapon, meant to follow every order of his to take revenge on his former colleagues. He wasn’t the only one bent on revenge anymore. It was your turn to thirst for vengeance. 

     You hand the upper hand for a few short moments, but that was all you needed. You flipped The Doctor over and threw him right throw a ceiling window. As he fell, you jumped down after him with the intention to take his life. 

     He landed and stumbled on his feet, but regained his footing when you landed in front of him. Broken glass and the bodies of the mindless creatures surrounded you, and the team was laying off to the side, exhausted and nursing their injuries. You paid no mind to them, only concentrating on The Doctor.

     The team was startled to see such an insane-looking man in front of them, and they put two and two together. This was The Doctor, your mortal enemy who took away everything you cared about. They wanted to help you, they really did, but they were all injured in some way. You were definitely going to get in trouble for leaving them, but in that moment, you didn’t care.

     It was concerning when The Doctor whipped out a rather large and sharp scalpel. Luckily, you had experience with dealing with armed criminals. “Your friends look confused,” He snickered, but grunted when you landed a blow. “Did you not tell them about your father? I did make you what you are today, after all.”

     “You’re not my father, you son of a bitch!” You roared after he nicked your shoulder. It barely bled; not deep enough for stitches.

     “I thought your mother taught you manners, my dear!” His scalpel came dangerously close to cutting your neck. 

     You wanted to feel brave, but you were terrified. This was the man who haunted your nightmares and lurked in the dark corners of your head. This man caused you so much pain, so much suffering, and changed your life in ways you didn’t think were possible. Adrenaline was kicking in swiftly, and it soon came down to fighting to maim but also fighting to survive. You had to choose fight or flight, and you violently forced yourself to fight; there was no time for flight. You were pushing yourself past your limits without realizing it.

     “She didn’t get to teach me much, thanks to you.” You snarled and kicked him in the stomach. 

     The Doctor shouted in pain and doubled over. But you went to kick his head, which could very well end up to be a killing blow, and he caught your foot just in time. He twisted your leg painfully, but you rolled to prevent him from breaking it. You needed your leg very much; you’d rather not be impaired for a few weeks.

     The mentally exhausted Miss Martian screamed when The Doctor’s scalpel swung at your head, and it would easily cause you to bleed out. You moved back as fast as you could, but it caught your mask and ripped it off. Superboy, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Kid Flash saw your face for the first time. But they didn’t get to see it for long. Everything was all happening so fast. 

     You were so distracted by the loss of your mask that he swiped his scalpel at you again. This time, he left a three-inch cut that went across your collar bone. You lurched back, and another down stroke cut your jaw. Barely an inch long.

     Robin found the strength and ignored the pain in his ribs to jump up and help you, and he shoved The Doctor as hard as he could. “Mockingbird, move!” 

     But he was much stronger than Robin. He barely budged. You prevented him from throwing Robin to the wall by punching his cheek hard enough to cut it. “Don’t you dare touch him!” You shouted, suddenly feeling very protective. The blood running down your skin was disturbing, but the cuts weren’t horribly deep.

     “Looks like you deeply care about him, little bird! Ah, young love. How sickening.” The Doctor sneered as you stood defensively in front of the wounded Robin. You felt a surge of endearment and attachment for him and you didn’t bother to push it away this time.

     “Go to hell, you-” You started to snap at him, but his next movements were a blur. 

     You were yanked away from Robin with a cry. The Doctor landed an absolutely brutal kick to your chest, and you soared through the air. “Mockingbird!” Your teammates cried out before you crashed through a window. 

     You hit the ground with a thud. You skidded a few feet and eventually slip to a stop. Your body ached and your mild cuts burned when you moved to look at the now destroyed window. There was a small trail of blood leading to you, but it wasn’t anything too serious. Yet.

     Your head fell back and you closed your eyes for a couple seconds. When you opened them, bright yellow eyes and an insane smile were all you saw. You let out a blood curdling shriek as fear ultimately seized your body. You were so scared that it hurt. You couldn’t move to shield yourself; the terror left you rigid.

     The Doctor’s hand wrapped around your throat, but he stroked it instead of strangling you. “Until next time, my little Mockingbird.” He cackled, and then he was gone. Your skin still tingled where he stroked your blood-smeared skin, and your breathing was jagged and uncontrollable. You couldn’t tell if you were crying or not.

     You thrashed around when you felt someone picking you up, and your eyes shot open, ready to either die or feel more pain. But you saw Black Canary’s face, not The Doctor’s. You were in her safe and motherly arms. Your beloved teammates, your new family, must have contacted them during your failed battle.

     “I told you he was alive,” You wailed out pitifully and you let yourself go limp in her arms. You didn’t want to struggle anymore. “I told you!” Your words were slightly muddled, but your words were still easy to comprehend. “You didn’t listen, none of you did-!...” You weren’t even loud anymore. The volume was weak. You were trying to be angry because you genuinely were, but you weren’t strong enough to feel so intense.

     Tears were brimming in Dinah’s eyes. “I know, Mockingbird, I know.” She brushed your hair away from your face. “And we’re so sorry.” She didn’t want to be too affectionate in front of your team and hers, and it was hard not to. 

     You saw some of the other Justice League members around you. Batman was stone faced, as usual. But there was some guilt you didn’t see. Wonder Woman was clearly sympathetic, Flash was helping your team along with Green Lantern, Green Arrow was standing next to Black Canary with a hand on her shoulder, and Superman was observing from afar. He was the only Justice League member you clashed with; you avoided him as often as you could. Superman also looked a little guilt-stricken, but he went over to Conner soon enough.

Conner supported Kaldur and M’gann as they left the building, and Artemis managed to walk on her own as Wally and Robin supported each other. They watched as you, an ambitious and protective teammate, getting carried by Black Canary to safety. You were never injured like this on a real mission before, and they finally had a good idea on how sinister and destructive The Doctor was. They were torn apart when you were cut open, and even more so when you went out the window.

     But bits and pieces of them were upset with you. Yes, you faced The Doctor to protect them and keep him from stealing, but you also went after him for your own reasons. You fought him for revenge, leaving them behind to battle unknown creatures that were only defeated by electricity and sadly, being crushed. They were once real people with real lives and families, but they were too far gone to be saved.

     Robin was the exact opposite of traught. You were kicked through the window like you weighed nothing, because you were protecting him. He knew it was his fault this Justice League didn’t listen. It was his fault that you had no evidence to show him. If he never did that, none of this would have happened.

     You were in for one hell of a pickle when you woke up

A/n: This is terrible, I’m literally running on like, 20oz of Monster. I’m sorryyyyy.