Shadows ⚡️ Kid Flash X Reader

FIVE ⚡️ FOUND

"KF, look, we need to get her out of here. She can go back to the life she had before this. She can join the team if they took her to experiment on her, we can help her out," Robin tried to convince Wally, not me; Strike one. Strike two was assuming they experimented me on. Strike three was offering me pity help under the pretense I was weak.

Were none of them questioning the fact that I had convinced Wally to let me stay down here when it was his job to rescue people? Or how my home looked nothing like a prison?

"I'm not leaving."

"We don't have time for this," Aqualad spoke up, "We may have evaded the security that was detectable, but this area is likely highly watched. Batman?"

Batman paused, thinking over his options. His menacing glare met my own, and even though I wanted to crawl under my covers and shiver in fear, I held my ground. "Take her out, she's obviously not thinking clearly."

I panicked, reaching under my loveseat, Underneath there was a loose seam. I tore it open, holding out two batons. They were specialized, designed with the ability to hook together. When I did, I could use the thirty feet of cord inside the batons to swing them around as a long-range weapon.

Robin pulled a taser gun from his belt. I threw my hand out, knocking the weapon from his hand.

The rest of Wally's team came slowly into my room, ready for a fight. I kept my focus on Robin. The others had honor; they didn't understand that you could fight dirty if it was for the right cause, which meant they wouldn't attack me while my back was turned. I, on the other hand, was raised by villains and understood the concept.

I lifted my foot, kicking Robin in the stomach. He flew back into the glass behind him leaving a small crack. That's when the rest of the team ran forwards.

Going for Artemis next, the little traitor as Sportsmaster called her. I blocked a swing from her bow, elbowing her in between her shoulder blades. She somersaulted, enabling a quick recovery. I roundhouse kicked her in the chest before she could do anything else, landing her next to a disoriented Robin.

"Guys stop!" Wally yelled, speeding forward to grab my shoulder, "(Y/n) please!"

"Wally I-I... I can't leave," my gut twisted at the statement. Everything was swirling, the last week of my life contradicting fifteen years of fear-based obedience, "I will end up hurting someone. No matter how much you tell me otherwise. The villains-"

"Are a bunch of liars," Batman stepped closer ignoring my scowl, "You're using a physical weapon, not powers. You have no reason to have no control."

"You want to bet?" I challenged. The young team and league took a large step away from the two of us. I challenged the Batman, "You want to know why I believe the villains more than any of you?"

"(Y/n)-" Wally tried to warn me.

"You're coming with us one way or another."

"No. I'm. Not!" I screeched. A wave of darkness enveloped the room. Every living thing stopped moving, stopped breathing, "Shit."

I turned around to Wally. His eyes were wide, hand outstretched as if he were reaching for me. I looked behind him. No shadow. A quick observation of everyone else told me the same thing. The darkness I had created pulsed with life.

"Put your hand down," I ordered Wally lowly, a dangerous edge hidden within. Ink dripped down the ceiling, thick as blood, and fell over Wally's head. When nothing else dripped onto him, his hand jerked down to his side, "Leave his body. You know where you belong."

The ink flowed down to Wally's feet, forming a puddle around him. The puddle stretched out until it matched his body's shape. I moved forward and touched his cheek. His torso jerked, lungs filling with fresh air again. I yelped out in shock as he coughed harshly, hunching over.