I DON'T OWN YJ OR NELL SHE'S OWNED BY STRONGER123 WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS THE 4th JUNE AND I MADE THIS FOR HER SO YEAH HAPPY B-DAY STRONGER!
Walking becomes boring when you learn how to fly -Gypsy by Shakira
Nell's p.o.v
Nell woke, her eyes focusing just to make out a shape beside her. The last thing she remembered was being knocked out. Maybe she was dead, she attempted to stand, nope defiantly not dead and she collapsed again a searing pain in her right leg. What did actually happen? She racked her brain but found nothing. Her eyes were now fully in focus and she could see the shape was in fact a boy in a costume, she knew that costume anywhere, Robin 3 more commonly known as Tim Drake. Her brain started rallying facts off about him, well not her brain but she had a 'power' to know everything, it wasn't so much a power as a gift shoved upon her by none other than joker himself. It was like blue beetles scarb telling him what to do but she had a necklace a plain silver bead with angel wings, like a Harry potter snitch.
"Tim?" Nell called as she army crawled over to the body that was meant to be her best friend
The bat clan and her family were very close so she and Tim had become very close and Dick had always kept a protective eye over the pair and he was like the big brother Nell never had.
"Tim?" Nell called again shaking her friends body so it looked like a lifeless doll.
The fight now came back to her as a sharp pain in her head and an overlaid of images. Joker, Harley Quinn, those green eyes laughing in her face as she fell. She watched Tim fight them both as she tried to call for back up before she was knocked out cold, batman and nightwing must have come because joker wasn't here and neither was Harley
"Tim?!" Nell was close to tears she never told him things like how much she loved or how she knew he was robin or how amazing his hair was or how his eyes sparkled whenever they talked.
Tim's p.o.v
"Ugh" Tim groaned rolling over
"Tim!" Nell practically flung herself at him, well I wouldn't say more flopped onto his body.
"Ugh, Nell, can't breathe" Tim breathed
Nell laughed and flopped onto the ground next to him, her arms still wrapped around his torso.
"Are you ok?" Tim asked his voice full of concern as he turned to face Nell, he was scared that she was going to die, he loved her but he was a bat, at least he had more emotion than a certain Bruce Wayne.
"Yeah I'm good but by right leg hurts" Nell dead panned...
"Good" he said his blue eyes interlocking with her moss green ones, then their lips were interlocking, this mix of blood and tears and love that they never showed each other. When they pulled apart Tim brushed Nell's hair out her face.
"I love you" he murmured
"Me too" Nell smiled and Tim shuffled over to her and stood up and picked her up bridal style and walked out the warehouse, Nell now asleep in his arms and kissed her gently in the forehead, his Nell and only his.