Hey! I know that I haven't finished any of my stories but I was approached by vampiremisress96 with this idea and together we hatched out this.
Pairings: DannyxHarry, PeterxAva, TimxDick
I don't own any of it.
This wasn't how it was meant to happen. This wasn't supposed to work out that way. Not in a million years, or at least two, did Timothy Drake, think that he could've screwed up this bad. He thought he was doing the right thing that he was being the hero that he so craved to be. Things always seemed curved with the Joker. It is night now as he slows down into a walk. The lecture he got from Batman and Nightwing after words still rings in his ears. Images of the day before the day are still burn into the back of his eyelids. The superhero doesn't turn or glance over his shoulder to look at Gotham City as he made his way through the alley after alley trying to process what it was that truly happened in the last forty-eight hours. His mind was focused on two things. Getting away from Gotham City and figuring out he started to live out one of his worst nightmares. His feet took him to the nearest bus station and placed him on the first one to arrive. His mind replayed the events missing even where the bus headed. Honestly it didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was the stupidest thing he has ever done.
*Tim's POV*
It was a normal issue, well normal by the Joker's standards. Batman, Nightwing and I were supposed to invade his lair to stop his 'Laughing Laser' as the clown called it on his ever so helpful warning/taunting message he sent Batman. I scoff now as I wrap my arms further around myself as near empty bus hit a speed bump. Nightwing had even asked if I was sure I was ready to face the Joker.
"Robin, it's perfectly fine if you would rather stay here." Did he know something was going to happen?
"Nightwing, I'm sure!"
"Just follow our orders and don't do anything stupid." Batman's ever so cheerful voice added from the shadows. With that they went to a seemingly abandoned warehouse. The elder heroes were to head the crazed clown head on while I was to try and find the laser and it's plans. As accepted there was a hall of mirrors on the floor of the warehouse in which the Joker ran through freely, laugh as he did. The mirrors gave the clown the advantage. I tried not to focus on that though. I found the controls quickly and I could hear the laugher and the grunts from Nightwing and Batman who were trying to locate and fight clown at the same time. I paused because this is where my orders stopped. Part of me knew that I should've stopped and only told Batman I found it but that part was soon out grown by the part that heard Nightwing cry out in what sounded to be pain. I told Batman over com that I found it and then asked what happen. The oldest of us told me nothing besides that they'd lost the clown and would be there soon. My fingers twitched as I looked over the control. I placed my gloved hands on the controls and soon I was in and was shutting down the laser. Or so I thought. I had been foolish. Of course it was some trick or trap or both. I stepped back as the screen showed the targets for the laser. The five largest cities in the world with millions, no billions, of people in each one were going to be hit causing painful death. I felt all the blood leave my veins, as the laughing grew louder. I stepped back into the clown as he smiled down at me.
"It's called the laughing laser because I'll be laughing hehehe. I should thank you, birdie for giving me access to the satellites. But since I don't thank people, I'll kill you instead." I couldn't say or do anything. The only thing I could think is: What have I done? I vaguely registered that Batman had saved my life by knocking out the crazy one and Nightwing had save the people. What have I done?
"What did you do?" Batman growled after kicking the clown out of the way.
"You could have died! What were you thinking?" Nightwing joined Batman as they both stared me down. Their masks hid their eyes but I could sense the disappointment in them. How could I have done this? Looking over my shoulder I looked at the controls that clearly showed what would happen if anyone were to do what I do.
"Billions of people could have died! You had orders that you should have followed them!" Batman was furious and disappointment that much was clear.
"I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing. I was wrong.-"
"Perhaps I was wrong too. Maybe you're not ready to be a hero. You and millions could be died. Maybe you're not hero materiel." With he left and I decided he was right. I was no hero. There was nothing special about me or the things I could do. I had no patience. I didn't trust my team, my elders, to handle themselves. I wasn't good enough. Not for Gotham and not for the Young Justice. They'd live longer without me. Nightwing followed Batman bringing the Joker in tow. He seemed like he wanted to say something but he was still disappointed, I could tell. So I ran leaving it behind. My only dream had been crushed. Those ones I looked up to, the two people I worked to impress to be like I'd disappointed. What have I done? It was still so unclear.
*Third Person POV*
So there lands our Robin on a bus to he had yet to learn. But he didn't see there was a light at the end of this bus ride. He didn't know what was to come or who he'd meet and how that change his life for well ever. He in his daze had taken his first steps to become the Ultimate Robin.