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Angsty prompt: "Oh fuck. OH FUCK." with Birdflash?? Or maybe "where are you I'm coming to get you"?

He’s not getting out.

Well, shit. That wasn’t exactly how he’d planned the rest of his day going.

Then again, Wally isn’t exactly a planner. The plan he’d formulated mostly came down to: Get in. Find Robin and M’gann. Kiss Robin again. Kick some bad guy butt. Win the day. Talk to Robin about all the kissing they’ve been doing. Kiss Robin some more.

About… 30% of that plan had come to fruition. He and the rest of the Team had gotten into the tunnel system, at least. They’ve kicked some bad guy butt, but they haven’t found Robin or M’gann yet. So the rest of his plan is on pause for now.

Or, indefinitely. Maybe.

Because one of the tunnels had collapsed around Wally and Artemis, and in his split second decision to shove her out of the way of a falling pillar, he had both gotten himself trapped on the wrong side of the collapse, and also under the pillar.

Broken leg, definitely. And it really sucks to have your body trying to heal itself around a massive block of metal and cement. One of the few downfalls of accelerated healing – having to feel your body stitch itself back together, blood racing to the wound and spilling out to the ground way too fast. He’d tried phasing through it by vibrating his molecules, but even with all the training from Barry, all he’s got to show for his efforts is a bloody nose and a headache.

That might be a concussion from the collapse, though. Wally’s not sure.

“Shit…” He murmurs, leaning back against the pile of rubble at his back. He’s got no one to say it to except himself but it felt like it needed to be said.

Kaldur and the rest of the team had contacted him through his comms, which had miraculously survived in the fall. They’d said that Artemis is okay, just unconscious, so at least all this was worth it. He’d had to convince them to move on, to find the others. He’s trapped, sure, but trapped means safe. They couldn’t be sure about Robin or M’gann yet.

The pain in his leg is starting to cloud his mind, the bloodloss becoming pretty apparent when he rolls his head to the side and it feels like it weighs ten tons. If he doesn’t get out of this soon, he’s not going to be around for when they come back. But Wally’s been stuck looking at the collapsed structure around him for the better part of an hour now, and he’s managed to come to a pretty devastating conclusion.

His comms crackle to life again. “KF?”

Wait. That’s–

A wash of relief floods through him, a wave of euphoria almost strong enough to mask the agony in his leg. That’s Robin’s voice. That’s Dick.

“Hey Rob.” Wally croaks, a watery smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “They found you, huh?”

“No, M’gann and I managed to get out, but we’re lost in the tunnels. I took one of the guards headpieces but I can’t match the frequency of the team’s comm and Miss. M’s kinda out of sorts, but I figured, maybe–”

“I’d be tuned in. Yeah.”

He’d switched on the frequency he and Dick used to use on to talk when he was on patrol with Bats, years ago. Back when they were just sidekicks. Now that they’re on the team together, and are also old enough for cellphones and laptops, they don’t use it much anymore. But Wally had thought– maybe, if he and Dick are as in sync as they always are, Dick would have the same idea.

That if Wally couldn’t find Dick, Dick would find his way back to Wally.

“I can patch you through, give me a–” Wally sits up to adjust the earpiece in his cowl, but the movement shifts his leg and sends pain splintering through his nerves like lightning. He sucks in a sharp breath, cursing quietly and hoping Dick doesn’t hear it.

“KF?” Shit. That’s his concerned voice. “Wally, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m fine, I’m gonna patch you–”

“Why aren’t you with the rest of the team?”

Wally sighs. Dammit. There’s no way he’s not getting out of it now that Dick’s figured that out. “One of the tunnel supports was compromised. It collapsed on me and Artemis.” Dick swears under his breath. “I got her out of the way, but– Well, I’m not that lucky.”

“Where are you, I’m coming to get you.”

“Robin, you can’t.”

“What the fuck do you mean I can’t–”

“It’s not stable.” Wally says softly. His vision is starting to blur now. “The rest of the tunnel will come down on me if you try and move the rock.”

There’s silence for one, long second. And then– “Well what are we supposed to do, leave you there?”

“You have to.” Wally murmurs, his throat tightening around the words. “You all have to get out of the tunnels, who knows how many of the other supports are compromised? Not to mention the fact that there’s how many big bad’s around here trying to find you. You have to get out.”

“M’gann can lift the rock–”

“You just said M’gann is out of it. I don’t want her hurting herself to save me when it might not even work.”

“Shit…” Dick’s voice is strained, breath ragged, and the sound of it carves a hole in Wally’s chest.

Well. With Dick here now, at least he can turn that 30% of his plan into a solid 40.

“Rob…” He starts, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “We haven’t… We didn’t get to talk about–”

“No.” Wally stops. Dick’s voice is clear now, stern. “We’re not doing this now. We’re not having this conversation, like you’re about to- to…”

“I’m not gonna make it out of this, Dickie…” His voice is barely a whisper.

“Don’t fucking say that, you’re not dying, Wally.”

“Di-”

“You’re not leaving me too!”

Wally shuts his eyes. Digs the heels of his palms into them like that’ll stop the burning, the wetness leaking from the corners.

Leaving Dick is the last thing he wants to do.

“No, I’m not.” Wally says, fiddling with the side of his cowl to find the controls to his comms. “You’re leaving me.”

“Wally–”

“Find the others, get out of here–” His fingers fumble with the ear piece, his coordination off from how much blood has pooled beneath him. “I… I’m sorry, Dick.”

“Wally don’t–!”

Wally changes the frequency, sending Dick’s signal through to the Team’s, and switching his own off. If they can’t hear him, they can’t find him. They’ll get out and be safe– Dick will be safe.

He’s tired now. Everything he’s feeling has his heart racing, and he’s already lost too much blood for that to be okay. He didn’t get to kiss Dick like he’d wanted. He didn’t to say anything he’d wanted. But at least he got the chance to speak to his best friend before… well.

It’s enough for him.

The last thing Wally thinks about, before he drifts into darkness, is the crack in Dick’s voice when he’d said Wally’s name that one final time.

#im sorry this is..... pretty sad #but for the record he doesn't die #they find him and Dick rips him a new one about the whole comms thing #but theyre okay #birdflash #dickwally #dick grayson #wally west #yj #young justice #tw blood #angst #ask #thank yoou!!!!!!! <3

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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.

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