#wondergirl!reader

“Turn around Robin!” Batman growls authoritatively over the radio.

The commands alone shoots fear down your spine. The unspoken threat forcing every cell in your body to comply. Yet despite what you want, you stare at Robins solid back, still running ahead of you without so much as a wavering hint of submission.

“Trust me Batman- I can do it! I grew up here! I know what I’m doing.” Robin reassures.

“It’s not about trust Robin- abort the mission now!”The radio runs silent. Robins reassurance falling on deaf ears.

Feeling torn between supporting your leader, your best friend, something in your gut was telling you to turn around and high tail it out. “Stop Robin, we should abort the mission.”

“No I can do it.” He waived you off without a second to spare. Suddenly, his sense of self-assurance has you doubting your reluctance.

Jon frowns, also torn between obeying his father and being a trusting team member. “We know you can do it Robin, but we shouldn’t. Let’s just go and reassess later.” Jon coax’s unsuccessfully.

“There’s no time, I can do it.” Robin voice cracks down on both of you like a whip. His tone commanding you both to shut up and put your trust in him.

“WonderGirl, return to base now!” Wonder Woman commands, the angry voice of a mother talking to a defiant child.

“I’m sorry- I can’t just abandon him.” You say, reaching for your communications. tearing the ear piece from its place.

“Yes you can sweetie- listen to M-“ You hear the end of your mother’s pleading, less like a super hero and more like a desperate mother trying to reach her daughter.

“Superboy come back to base now!” Superman yells uncharacteristically, you expect Jon to be quaking in his boots, but Jon continues to stare forward, certainty and trust in Damian, clouding his better judgement.

“I can’t just leave them.” He says, also reaching for his comms and turning it off.

“Son-“

You three reach the end of the hall. Throwing open the doors an ultrasonic sound reverberates, a green sparking flash, bangs, instantly killing all vision.

Two hands slap against Damnians back with a brutal shove, Robin, smacks hard into the floor, the speed knocking the speed knocking the wind out of him.

One moment the world was black. The next he was crawling to Jon’s side, who continuously groans in pain. Unable to fathom the onslaught of questions falling from Damian’s mouth.

Jon continues to groan as he shakily lifts a crocked finger to point at your body laying unnaturally limp on the floor.

Your hair sprayed in strands.

One eye sealed shut whilst the other eye is left open, pupil remaining unchanging to the shifting lights. Your arm sits twisted behind your back as your unrising chest seems to release a loud sigh before you remain unmoving.

“No!” Robin screams scrambling to your devastating state. He reaches to pull you in his arms, to safety. But the mangled state of your appearance makes his arms wrench away. Terrified that the slightest movement could kill you.

‘Analysing…’ the AI voice says ‘WonderGirl: ECG is 0. SP0C is 78% and rapidly declining. Pulse is undetected. Temperature is 34 degrees Celsius and declining. Injuries sustained are significant.’

The blood rushes to Damian’s head. The roars of rushing blood drowns out any and all sound.

‘Analysis complete. Sending a black alert to headquarters. WonderGirl is deceased.’

Without uttering another word, Damian picks up your body and pulls Jon at his tattered sleeve as he sobs. “Come Superboy, we’re going to the Lazarus Pit.”

Damian stands in the Lazarus Pit, cradling you with sincere regret. Your sorry state burning permanently into his broken mind.

“Why isn’t she coming back?! She should be back right now right?” Jon says, flailing in panic behind Damian.

“Calm down Jon- sometimes it takes time.” He reassures, but Damian’s shaky hands breaks the facade of his confidence.

“Calm down?! She’s dead! You-“

“Knew you would save me Short Stuff.” You mutter weakly. Cutting Jon off from uttering any words of regret he’ll be unable to take back.

Damian pulls you into a crushing hug. Needing to feel your liveliness himself. Jon leaps into the pit, throwing his arms around you both. His teary face pressing into you.

“Jeez, if I knew I would get this kind of treatment, I should’ve kicked the bucket earlier.” You chuckle, weakly returning the hug to these two lugs.

“Yeah well don’t get use to it freak.” He whispers with a wobbly lip. “… don’t ever do that again.” He says, pulling you even closer than before.

“Idiot,” You wheeze, slight pain shooting up your spine at how tight Damian was holding you. “you would’ve been obliterated on the walls. I have no regrets and I’ll do it again if I have too.” You reassure which only makes Damian pull away with a crooked brow.

“Moron! No you won’t.” He reprimands. Making you gasp.

“You absolute brat! Don’t tell me what to do!” You lecture back, shoving a pointed finger into Damian’s chest.

“Stop trying to sacrifice yourself you masocist.” He yells back, throwing you onto the floor with a loud thud.

Still weak from revival, you remain limp on the floor. “You ungrateful brat! I died for you-“

“Oh great, how long are you going to hold this over me.” He cuts you off, turning his back once again and walking off.

Jon sighs in resignation, scooping up your weak form and carrying you right out with him. “A lifetime.”