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[melyaliz]

Graffiti on the Wall

Fandom: DC / Batfam

Summary: Song Fic based on Graffiti by Chvrches

Pairing: Tim Drake X OC

Notes: Yes I have requested but I needed something to break the writer’s block I was having. This song came on the radio at work and I was like “I want to write a fic based on that song” then I asked @royslittleharper  @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness and we were all like Jason!

Then I changed my mind on the ride home.

So sorry no Jason tonight. He should be back very soon seeing as I have three requests for him.

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I'm writing to ask you; did you achieve all you wanted to do? Before we were dragged up, something was different and nothing was new How did you see me?

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Faith paused on the rooftop, the darkness of the city enveloping her as she looked down at the street below. One lonely flickering streetlight cast it’s weak light across the wall behind it. It’s golden light dancing across the faded words etched across brick.

Our Guardian Angel.

She landed gracefully onto the street right below her. Two steps and she was in front of the large Graffiti painting. Fingers danced over the bright yellow lettering caught up in her own thoughts.

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We didn't know what we wanted to be When did we move on? I didn't feel it, nobody told me

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“What are you doing here?”

Tim smiled turning to see Faith behind him, adorned in her ripped jeans and bright yellow beanie. Arms folded over her chest eyes narrow, studying him. She was so different out here in the heart of Gotham than when she was dancing in Bruce’s mansion.

There she was so graceful, so lost in her own world, so focused on something beyond those mirrored walls.

Here she was so relaxed, so alert to the world around her, so present.

This was her home.

In the slums of Gotham, a place no one wanted to call home.

This place had reached out and called to her. Embracing her with its broken arms.

“Just enjoying the view,” he said taking a step back motioning to the wall below. She joined him standing next to him looking down. In the dim alleyway, a few city street lights illuminated “Our Guardian Angel”. Scrolled in bright yellow paint the words were outlined in blue. Large wings were painted around the words feathers floating around as if swept up by a gentle breeze. A small girl sat in on a plush cloud looking down at a city below, a large smile on her face that matched the one on her yellow beanie.

“I think they like you… Guardian Angel”

“Guardian Angel, I like it.” she let out a loud laugh her whole face breaking out into a smile. Tim couldn’t help but smile along with her, realizing with a small pang in the few months he had known this newly orphaned girl she had never laughed like that before. It was loud and deep. Seeming to envelop her lighting her up so it seemed like she was glowing. It was a very nice sound.

“So…” she said turning to him, “Where is your Robin wall? Since this is how every masked vigilante gets their name.”

“Masked? Hey you only have that mask because of me”

She paused studying him for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. As if for the first time really taking him in. “Very True” she whispered, more to herself than him.

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Standing in street lights, we didn't know wrong, didn't know right Making a mess and running in circles, getting in fights

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“Heads or Tails?”

Tim looked up, pure fear in his eyes as he tried to fight the pain through his broken leg. Tried to move before Two-Face flipped his coin.

“Ohhh bad luck”

“AHH!!”

Two-Face gasped as a brick flew into his face. Stumbling back he turned a moment too late as Faith’s small frame tackled him causing the already unbalanced man to fall. Two punches to the face the second rending a sicking crack before she was flung off him.

Both sat up for a moment size each other up. Faith’s beanie laying a few feet away hair falling in tangled layers around her shoulders.

Two-Face quickly stood looking for his gun while Faith lunged at him again. This time for his knee punching forward, the bone bending unnaturally backward. He fell again with a cry getting another blow to the head.

“Stop stop!” he begged as he covered his head.

Faith stood over him body tense fist high ready to strike again. She almost did too but was stopped by Tim.

“It’s done”

“Are you ok?” Faith asked concern suddenly washing over her face as she looked over his broken own. She had almost been too late

 Tim nodded toward the door as he saw Batman coming into view. Taking Faith’s still clenched fist Tim pulled her away from the scene. He could never quite used to her street style of fighting. His eyes 

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We were just kids then, we didn't know how and didn't know when Taking our chances, calling it off and starting again

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“Are you ok?” Tim asked gasping for breath from running the length of the Young Justice Base. Faith looked up at him flashing him a wide toothy grin. Or it would have been a toothy grin if she wasn’t missing her two front teeth.

“Super good, and look now I can whistle” Faith let out a few wobbly notes causing Tim to shake his head suddenly feeling all the fears he had when she ran off dissipating. Those fears being replaced by pure exsaustion. 

“You can’t just jump into danger like that, something really bad could have happened” he mumbled taking a seat next to her hospital bed. The smile slowly faded from Faith’s face as he spoke.

“But Plastic-girl was in trouble, she’s my best friend I couldn’t just leave her.” she kicked her feet back and forth as she spoke, “I don’t leave you guys behind.”

Tim blinked realizing what she meant. All those times she had jumped head first into a fight. It wasn’t because that's how she fought all her battles. It was just how she fought the ones he was in.

“Hey, Faith…”

“OH M GEEEE” The recently saved red-haired girl came running into the hospital room cutting Tim off.  Almost tackling Faith, Plastic-girl was stopped by her blonde friend who had been kiddnapped with her.

“Careful Plastic-girl, your friend is hurt.”   

“No way, I’m so good!” Faith sang, her feet swinging just a little harder as if to prove this point.

“Oh, well” the boy, Plastic-girl had called Sparks, said leaning against the table wincing slightly. Tim assumed probably a bruised rib from the escape. “When they let you out of here want to get coffee or something?”

“She doesn’t like coffee.” Tim’s voice spoke on its own, Faith and Sparks turning to him for a moment.

“Hot Chocolate?” Faith said flashing the blonde boy a smile, “Coffee makes me hyper… or more hyper.”

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We wrote our names along the bathroom walls Graffitiing our hearts across the stalls I've been waiting for my whole life to grow old

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“I love you Steph… ok”

Faith’s fingers balled up into a fist. A fist that landed on the large graffiti in front of her. His last words. Ecoing in her brain as she ran, ran as far away as she could. Maybe if she ran fast enough he would come back. Maybe she would wake up.

It was too soon.

They had so much time. So much of their lives to live.

She was supposed to have so much more time with him.

Looking up at the large painting of her name, her acceptance. Her wall.

She had always liked to pretend he had done it for her. She knew he hadn't, but sometimes when she was alone she liked to sit on the rooftop above it and remember that day,

The day she fell in love with the boy who had shown her who she could be one day.

A day she knew she had time for.

A day she thought she had time for.

A day she had just lost.

She couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh as the tears fell down her face. She had been killing time, this whole time she had just always assumed he would be there. Pointing out the wonders of the world. That he would be by her side. Taking all the time they needed.

And now he never would be again.

Shaking the spray can she raised it working quickly. Moving fast.

Because now she knew, there was no more time. No more waiting for him and her to go on one more adventure. No more waiting until the right moment to admit that maybe there was something more. No more waiting to grow into who they were suposed to be. 

No more anything.

Taking a step back she looked at her work wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

ROBIN in brilliant red stood in front of her. His name in flickering street lights honoring him forever. Next to her name like it should be. Together forever etched in stone.

Because they never would be in the flesh

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Time to kill Was always an illusion Time stood still And now we never will, never will

We Never Will

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19 Sticky notes

19. You can send one item to your soulmate every year (or whenever) OR You have this limited stack of sticky notes. Write whatever you want on it, and that note would magically appear somewhere in your soulmate’s line of sight during that day. 

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Pairing: Tim Drake X OC 

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Faith let out a long sigh as she lay on her bed. Her large fluffy pile of pillows and blankets was pushed on next to a large glass window in her family's apartment overlooking Tokyo.

She understood that her family was rich, that her room was beautiful, that she should be grateful for the blessings. And she was, but this wasn't what she wanted. She had never asked for this. 

In fact, the 6-year-old girl had asked, no begged, her parents to stay in DC where her friends were. Where her sister was.

Her mother had told her she could make friends. That it wouldn’t be hard. That they had to support her father. That her father was doing so much good. 

But Faith didn’t want new friends she wanted her old ones. And why couldn't someone else do the good instead? 

So here she sat hugging her ratty teddy bear looking out at the city lights. Her first night in her new room.

As she sat caught in her own thoughts her gaze fell on her small desk and noticed the stack of yellow sticky notes. Her mother had told her that everyone got one. You could communicate with your Soulmate with them. However, once you had written on every note you no longer had them.

Slowly Faith walked over to the stack and picked up the first one looking it over. Just one wouldn’t hurt.

Just moved to Japan. How am I going to make friends if I can’t speak to them?

Poof the note disappeared in a puff of yellow smoke.

And like that Faith didn’t feel as bad. As if someone, out there, had finally heard her concerns. That someone out there would always be her friend no matter what.

To say Faith left it at that would be a lie.

While she didn’t write to her soulmate every day she gave them the highlights of her life. The day she made her first friend. The day she learned how to spell her name in Japanese.

And the day she lost her family.

All day she had felt sick. As if her whole body had been rejecting the news that her family was gone.  She had been able to stop moving. Crumbling on the floor to cry so hard she couldn't breathe. Moments later she was up and walking around moving because she didn't know what to do with her body. She felt like she couldn't breathe but her lung hurt. Everything seemed to be closing it on her yet so far away. 

Pausing for a moment she looked down at the last note in her stack. The small yellow piece of paper fluttered as if nodding toward her. It was the last one, the last thing she could stay to that person who now had a mini diary of the past seven years.

Slowly, gently she wrote the words out.

The worst thing that could ever happen, happened. I have never felt so alone.

And it was gone, gone in a puff of smoke. Her last note to the person who was supposed to spend her life with.

Yet today, today she felt like none of it mattered, nothing seemed to matter anymore.

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Faith and flowed to Gotham a few days later to live in her older sister Jennifer’s apartment. Because of her sister’s job Jennifer was gone a lot which let Faith alone. This meant running around the city of Gotham beating up baddies. (I mean what else do you do?)

This lead to finding out her uncle was Batman and that Tim Drake was Robin.

Faith and Tim became fast friends. After she became Guardian Angel they became closer. Tim showing her the city and how to fight crime. Because of her natural fighting ability and his “big brain,” as she called it, they became a great team.

“Hey,”

“Faith! You can’t just come in here! My parents are downstairs!” Tim, who had been reading on his bed, said sitting up his eyes darting toward his door as if his father would come bursting in. 

“Sorry… but I just kind of need to talk to… someone...” Faith’s voice trailed off as she walked into Tim’s room. Small yellow sticky notes covered his walls.

Slowly she walked toward the notes looking them over, “These…”

“They are from my soulmate.” Tim said sheepishly, “I…”

“These are mine!” she said turning to him gently taking one off the wall, “I wrote these!”

He stood there staring at her his mouth slightly agape. She turned to look at him holding the note slightly accusingly, the words I got an A in Japanese today! written on it.

"Why did you never write back?" she asked looking down at the note.

"I...I wanted to save them until now" He admitted sheepishly taking a step closer to her, “I wanted to meet the person who had written these first.”

They spent the night talking, he told her about his life and what it was like to get the notes. She told him about growing up overseas and how much she loved writing to him.

They talked about her family and he held her as she cried over their memory. 

That night as she was laying on her bed looking up at the ceiling petting her dog Angel a  small puff of red smoke exploded and a sticky note fluttered toward her. Angel looked up for a moment as if sizing up the foreign object but after taking a sniff was instantly uninterested. 

I’m so happy it’s you

Two weeks later he sent another while he was on an overseas mission with Batman while she was uncovering a ring of smugglers with Plastic-girl and Willow.

I love you

And then when she started her own team of superpowered girls.

You guys are going to be the best team there ever was

And the day they were disbanded

You are not alone, I’ll always be there for you.

And when he died.

When she thought all hope was lost. When she really was alone for the first real time. That the one person who had loved her, always had her back was gone. 

As she hid herself from the rest of the world, crying as if her heart would break. Curled up in a small ball unable to move, unable to do anything. 

A small note fluttered to the ground.

Find me.

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10. Forever young pt. 1

10 You stop aging at a certain age, until you meet your soulmate and grow old together.

Welp this one is getting a part two… maybe part three. I may be having too much fun with this idea. (Also I saw this gif and just wanted to add it in...) 

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“He’s in here,” the nurse said leading the young 14-year-old girl through the building.

“I’m sorry, I thought all his family was dead,” she said skeptically looking over the brunette who smiled, the large bunch of sunflowers in her arms. Her brown hair in a messy ponytail, she had a slightly unkempt look about her.

“I’m a great niece,” she said flashing the nurse a smile. She nodded opening the door to the small room where an old man lay in a bed looking out a large bay window.

“Hey Tony, you have a visitor” The man turned and his tired eyes grew wide. He slowly tried to prop himself up.

The girl gently put a hand out to stop him, “it’s ok just lay there, I’ll come to you” then turning to the nurse she flashed her a smile, “Thank you” nodding the nurse left. 

“So,” the girl asked picking up an empty vase putting the flowers into it “Did you see the moon landing last week?”  The man watched her, tears welling up in his eyes as the girl placed the flowers on the table next to the window before crawling into bed with him laying next to the older man.

The man took her hands in his own kissing her fingertips.

“Hey little brother, how are you?” the girl asked.

You stopped aging at the age you would meet your Soulmate was the theory. It was a rare soulmate mark and normally only lasted for a few years if that. How did you know you had this particular style of soulmate mark? Your heart would stop.

So two months after her 14th birthday when Faith woke up gasping for air, she knew something was wrong.

Her mother had come running only to tell her younger daughter that it was normal, that her heart would beat again once she met the person she was meant to grow old with.

So at that moment forward Faith stopped growing, stopped aging.

While the world around her kept moving forward she was stuck in a 14-year-old girl’s body. Forced to watch her family grow old. Slowly dying with the person they were supposed to be with.

Leaving her alone for over so long she couldn’t quite remember.

She had run away from home when her youngest brother had gone to college, scared she would be a burden to her family. Scared to watched them grow past her, to die while she stayed forever young.

She didn’t realize her selfish mistake until it was too late. While Tony was laying in in a nursing home on his last few days. She lay with him in his final moments telling him about her journey around the world. Picking up work and doing what she could to stay alive.

Telling him about the people she had met and lost.

About how she had learned no to rely on anyone because they would all eventually leave her. Grow up and go on to their lives.

Leaving her alone again.

She told him about her fear that she would never be able to move on. Never find someone to break this curse she had. And how part of her didn’t want anyone anymore. She so used to being alone she wasn’t sure she could have someone else in her life again.

He had passed on that night. Laying there holding her hands whispering that he loved her and that she would find her soulmate. That she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

And as the sun broke through the horizon she disappeared again, back to the world of ever moving while she stood still.

Years later she found herself in Gotham. She had just been passing through but there was some work for a kid like her. Someone who no one noticed. She was a nobody, just another orphan on the streets of a city of orphans.

But this orphan had seen it all, she had survived two world wars and so many other events that this orphan knew how to gain any system. She started to sell her secrets to the highest bidder. Never revealing who she was leaving them with clues like messages in bottles.

Payment first, messages second.  

It was a great system that had worked for 20 years now.

Until the day a boy by the name of Red Robin needed information on a gang of drug smugglers.

Faith never discriminated when it came to those seeking information. If you paid her she would provide it. She had even given the great Batman information now and then, but she had never had the pleasure of meeting of these or any of her other clients.

However, the rumors were true, he was the greatest detective there was. Most people wouldn't look twice at a young girl. She could sit right next to them as they read her message and never look twice. (And yes, she once stood right behind a gangster reading her own message over his shoulder and he never looked twice) 

But he did, he found her across the street munching on an apple she had stolen. 

“You're the informant? How can you be this young?”

She turned shocked, her hazel eyes flashing as she took stock of the boy in front of her. Then quickly she kicked him in the face breaking his nose. She wasn't going to get caught. She wasn’t going to be taken. She had lived this long without anyone interfering and some boy in a silly bird costume sure wasn’t going to break that streak.

She was already several blocks away when she felt it.

Her heart.

Beating in her chest, pounding blood through her veins as the adrenalin of her actions flooded through her system. Gasping for breath she leaned heavily on the broken brick of an abandoned building. Taking a few deeps breaths she placed her hand on her chest.

No, not now, not him…

She heard him before she saw him. Running up toward her. Quickly she spun around throwing a punch which he deflected, repaired this time. He grabbed her arm as she tried to swing at him again, “You’re… you’re my…”

“Don’t say it!” she snapped at him trying to pull her arms out of his grasp, “I have spent almost 200 years waiting for you and it’s too late now!”

He pulled off his mask revealing his face, soft blue eyes that studied her as she tried to pull away from him. “I… I’m sorry”

“Let me go!” Faith said trying to pull away.

“Not until you stop trying to run.”

She stopped, her hazel eyes meeting his blue ones in a death stare. Studying him, this was the man her heart had been waiting for. Well her heart would have to just forget it because her mind had given up a long time ago. Gently his grip loosened and she took a sharp step back eyes hard. If looks could kill the latest boy wonder would be dead. 

Both of them stood there, unsure of what to do next.

“My name is Tim,” he said holding out his hand, “Tim Drake”

She eyed his hand before she glanced back at him. She didn’t care, soulmate or not, she didn’t trust this boy who gave himself up so easily. “Faith”

“Well Faith, why not give me some faith that this is meant to be. Your heart is beating just like mine so you know we are meant to be together.”

She cracked a smile, she couldn't help it. She was a sucker for puns.

He relief washed over him as he smiled back, “Are you hungry?"

She nodded slowly. Soulmate or not, Faith was never one to pass up a free meal, especially since finding food wasn't the easiest. 

“And what about new clothes? Maybe a shower?” he asked shyly pushing his luck. He may have pushed too hard as her eyes narrowed.

“Oh, are you saying that I don’t smell like the women of your dreams?”

“No! I just mean… you mustn’t have a great place… since you said…”

She broke into a smile a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Where is this shower you speak of?”

He let out a long sigh, ok so she had a sense of humor.

“This doesn't mean I’m staying with you, but hot water sounds amazing.”

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To say Alfred was a little surprised when Tim brought back the messy girl was an understatement.

“You are becoming more and more like Bruce,” he told the boy after Tim had left Faith laughing excitedly at the sensation of hot water and soap.

“She’s my soulmate” Tim said staring at the door or the bedroom he had left her in. “And she’s been alive for 200 years.” he sighed running his fingers through his hair, “I feel guilty, she’s lived a life, probably more than one, alone waiting for me. How do I help her?”

“Well that shower seems to be a good start Master Tim.”

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After her pure ecstasy that was her shower Faith found a fluffy white robe waiting for her hanging on the door. She stroked it letting her now clean fingers bury themselves in the soft fibers. Letting out a small giggle she quickly wrapped the robe around herself coming out into the bedroom. It was a large room with a four poster queen bed in the middle of it.

Letting out a squeal she ran forward throwing herself on the bed letting her body sink into the soft mattress. She was so overcome by the amazing level of comfort that was around her she couldn't’ stop giggling. This was unlike anything she had experienced in, well maybe ever. 

“Hey, are you decent?” Tim’s voice could be heard on the another side of the door.

“If I say no will you leave me to make love to this bed in peace?”

Tim peeked in to see Faith sprawled out on the bed. She glanced up at him from under a million pillows and blankets. “I’m sorry Tim but this is my real soulmate.” she let out a soft moan as she buried her face once again in a fluffy down pillow, “I’m in loooovvveee”

He laughed lightly walking in and gently sitting down on the edge of the bed. “We are having breakfast soon and…” his voice slowly trailed off as he watched her lay there. Eyes closed breathing slowly. “Did you fall asleep”

She grunted in response.

Slowly, as to not spook her, he scooted over so he was closer, she opened one eye watched him warily as he gently lay parallel to her, propped up on his elbows. “You can just sleep if you want.” 

She sighed watching him, body suddenly tense by his close presence. She wasn’t used to this, human contact. It had been a long time… almost 50 years long. her new heart beat was pulsing so fast it almost hurt as he slowly scooted closer. 

“I’m not going to hurt you” he mumbled slowly lowering himself so he was face to face with her. Only inches apart. Her eyes never left his, body ready to bolt at a moments notice.  

She almost told him she wasn’t scared of him. That she didn’t think he would hurt her. That wasn’t why she was scared, why she was tense. It was this heart that beat inside of her. The heavy feeling of it as it raced the closer the boy with the beautiful blue eye came closer. The feeling was fighting.

And she was scared she would get used to it.

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Wings pt 6

Summary: Every Hero has a beginning, some are grand and some make their own.

Pairing: Tim Drake x OC

Notes: The end! I’m not sure what I am going to do next. I have a few ideas so I guess we shall see what sticks.

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The four thousandth times the charm right? Faith asked herself as she stood in front of the bright dance studio.  Her hands in her pockets as she looked into the dance room where a few dancers were slowly starting to stretch and chat amongst themselves.

“I don’t mean to bother you but, are you going in?” Faith turned to see a few years older than her standing next to her. A light blue duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her dark brown hair pulled up in a soft bun.

Looking back into the room Faith felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach, “I… I…”

“You don’t have too.” the girl whispered. “Sometimes things aren’t meant to be anymore.”

“Like they don’t fit…”

The girl nodded in agreement, “Like a puzzle, sometimes those pieces aren’t meant to be… maybe…” she paused as if unsure she should say it or not turning to look at Faith. “There is something else that fits you better?”

Faith turned to meet the girl’s gaze the slender girl’s large brown eyes that seemed to look into Faith’s very soul. But not in like a creepy way, but in an, I understand" way.

“Maybe there is,” Faith whispered, “I… I think there is…” Turning she slowly started to leave.

“Well, good luck” the girl called after her, “I hope you find it.”

Faith turning smiling giving a small wave before dashing out.

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Tim found her a few hours later in the dance room at Wayne Manor. But she wasn’t dancing like normal.

No.

She was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest as she looked at herself in the reflection of the large mirrors bouncing a small ball on her reflection and back at herself.

“Hey…”

Her hazel eyes looked up meeting his in the mirror.

“Hey.”

“No auditions?”

“Yeah”

“I never got to ask, how did the last one go?” he asked sitting down next to her as she bounced her small ball back and forth. Back and forth.

“I didn’t go.”  Back and forth.

He already knew this, “You didn’t?”

“Nope, and I haven’t been going to practices either.”

“Oh?” He knew that too.

Sighing she let her small ball drop, slowly it started to roll away. Quickly Tim stopped it picking it up, his eyes never leaving Faith’s as she studied her own reflection.

“I just don’t know…” she mumbled tapping her sneaker on the wood floor, “it just isn’t the same anymore.”

“How isn’t it the same.”

She turned to look at him, “It doesn’t make me happy.”

“Well… what does?”

She shrugged, “Who knows… but I want to be happy. I like to be happy.”

“Well, I mean, You did have a lot happen this year it’s ok if you’re not happy all the time.”

She letting out a small moan she lay down, “But I want to be happy all the time.”

Tim looked down at her as she stared at the ceiling, “Faith, you can’t be happy all the time.”

“Why not?”

He laughed laying down next to her, “it’s called being human, with feelings.”

She turned to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips, “Guess so.”

They both sat there in silence for a while, both caught up in their own thoughts. Finally, Faith spoke.

“Hey Tim,”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a good friend.”

He studied her, unsure where that came from. Did she know? Did she suspect that he was the boy who had been following her? Making sure she was ok. The one who had given her the mask.

Did she know he was Robin?

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Tim groaned as he slowly gained consciousness. The laughs of the Joker and Harley Quinn running in his ears as he looked around. This was bad like the Joker had a bat that he was about to beat him in bad.

Suddenly a very old and loud siren went off. It sounded like the screeching of a million dying horns.

The Joker let out a loud screamed clutching his ears as he tried to scream over the noise to get Harley to go turn it off.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tim saw Faith sneaking toward him. Slowly reaching out for the bat. It had rolled a few feet away when the green-haired villain had went to cover his ears. Snatching it Faith stood behind the clown.

The Joker turned and got a face of wood. While the loud blaring was still going on Tim could have sworn he heard something crack.  

As the clown prince of crime stumbled back his gloved hands clutching his face the sirens turned off. Faith stood face to face with the Joker who looked at her in slight shock. Blood dripping from his nose he took a step closer to her towering over the small girl who was clutching the wooden bat.

“Who are you?” he hissed

“Uhhhh… Faith glanced at the bat a nervous half-smile on her face, “Batman?” she asked shrugging slightly. Tim froze from where he was trying to squeeze his arms out of the ropes. Did she really just say that?

The Joke, like his captive, paused unsure of what to do, none of Batman’s little minions had that sense of… humor? Or maybe that awkward about it. She wasn’t even following up the line with an attack. Just awkwardly standing there half grinning at him. Also, the girl’s bright yellow beanie was slightly throwing him off. Didn’t all of the bat’s kids wear some form of black and maybe red?

Unfortunately for him, his train of thought gave Faith the upper hand. Faith wasn’t one to miss an upper hand.

Crack. The bat went flying up catching the Joker under the chin sending him flying back.

The sound of Harley squealing with horror could be heard.

Grabbing Robin’s hand, which was now free, Faith pulled him up, “let’s go.” She said before dodging Harley’s large mallet and landing two blows on the girl’s ribs and one on the knee before pushing Robin toward the door. They managed to dodge another strike but not before Harley had grabbed Faith’s bennie.

“Run, run” she kept saying as she pushed the taller boy toward the escape.

They almost collided into Batman and Nightwing.

For some reason, Faith felt the need to hide the bat behind her back.

“Hi…” she said a huge smile on her face.

“You’re coming with me,” Batman said taking her arm. “No more going out on your own.”

“My parents told me never to go in strangers cars.” she said as he pulled her toward his batmobile.

“Very funny. Get in”

And that was how Faith became a hero… Batman likes to think he took her under his wing and helped her focus but Faith knows the truth.

She chose this. This was what fit her. All the people around her who had helped her learn who she was after her whole life had changed. They were a huge part of this transformation but she knew in the end, it had been her.

She had been the one to stop that convenience store robber.

She had gotten the purse back from that snatcher.

She had been the one to stalk Robin that night and help him get away.

It had been all her. While she would always be grateful to Batman and everyone else who had helped her grow into who she was Faith would always stay true to herself. She would always stick up for the underdog and stay loyal to those who soon became her family.

Because she wasn’t Gotham’s vigilante or hero for justice.

She was their Guardian Angel.

Bonus:

“Wait! Your Batman!” Faith yelled in shock as she stood in front of her uncle in the batcave.

“How did you not know?” Tim stood there in shock as the brunette stood there, mouth agape. 

Next to him, Dick laughed, “Your sister figured it out the first week she stayed here.”

“Well, my sister is a genius who was in college before she was 14” Faith said crossing her arms over her chest, “Sorry if I’m not as smart.”

[melyaliz]

7 Days- Kiss the Girl - Day 5

Klarion puts a curse on the team, causing your oc to sing Disney songs to reveal their feelings to their crush (or their crush sings to them) 

May have gone a little off script for this one. 

(What day am I on? this week has been a strange one...) 

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Tim can’t stop singing Disney songs. And it’s stressing him out.

It had started during a battle with Klarion where that crazy little kid was shooting hexes left and right. One had hit Tim in the back and ever since then, he couldn’t stop singing.

For some reason, it seemed to be worse when Faith was around.

Which was unfortunate because she seemed to be the only one who was trying to help him rid them.

“What about standing upside down and drinking water?” Gigi asked casually while taking another bite of her ice cream. Ok, so Faith’s best friend was helping too. Or trying to help.

Faith gave Tim a blank stare as if the idea wasn’t as outlandish as it sounded, “I mean… maybe it’s like the hiccups?” she said. Tim just stared at her for a moment as he belted out the lyrics to the Lion King. While the short freckle-faced girl had a very dry sense of humor he was pretty sure she was being serious.

“I mean, if you don’t get rid of these you could always join Broadway.”

Ahhh there it was. That earned the brunette a glare as the song changed to A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes.

“Dude you need to just kiss the girl” Wally laughed from his seat on the couch as he watched Tim struggle to keep from singing the Little Mermaid song just quoted.

“I mean a kiss does break most spells” Maia added.

Faith nodded, “I mean the little mermaid couldn’t talk after he kissed her maybe you will shut up.”

It was stupid but at this point Tim was desperate. Grabbing Faith he kissed her.

Ok so Tim wasn’t going to lie, he liked Faith, had since the day he first met her. She always seemed to go with the flow around her which meant this move, even if he maybe wanted more, meant she wasn’t going to make it more than what it was. No Drama.

Not to mention she a pretty good kisser. Which he was now learning.

As he broke away he could feel his heart racing in his chest as she looked into his blue eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes that always seemed to hold a sparkle of mischief in them.

“Well?”

“It stopped” he mumbled feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Kiss again!” Maia laughed clicking her glass.

“That’s for weddings,” Roy said trying to stop her.