Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
~Bad Things ~ Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello~

...Saved: October 24, 2010...

"Dawny?" momma calls out.

"Yeah?" I shout back from my room.

"Get dressed and come here!"

A few days after my parents got put in Arkham, they busted out rather easily along with Punch and Judy. I didn't put in any help as I was still annoyed at what papa said. Replace me? That won't be easy and probably won't happen. He was only saying that to protect me, right?

I groan as step out of bed, placing my computer on my nightstand and giving Storm a quick head pat before I head down the stairs. "Yeah, momma?"

"Would you be willing to go shopping for me?"

"Do you know how late it is?" I ask. "You know I have school tomorrow? Why can't Punch or Judy do it?"

"Only 10:30 and the store closes at 2am. Also, I know you stay up late anyway. Those two are off tonight," she says, turning to me and handing me a list. "Besides, I know you can handle yourself if you get in any trouble. You can go all zip zappy on them. If you don't go, we won't have anything for breakfast, and you know how angry puddin' gets when he doesn't have breakfast."

The painful but funny memory passes through my head. "Yes, I do," I sigh, snatching the list.

"And I figured with the whole, transporting through wires that you'd get it done faster."

"I can travel through wires there but not back," I huff. "I can't transport things with me. Only small things like knives or money."

"Well, that's too bad," she smiles, handing me a rolled up wad of money. "That's 600 dollars in 20s. Have fun!"

I roll my eyes, stuffing the cash in my pocket. "Where's papa?"

"Asleep for once."

"Alright, I'm heading out," I say, waving a hand behind me as I head into the nearest outlet. I pop out in the alleyway, after making sure nobody's there and head into the grocery store, grabbing a cart along the way. "Alright, eggs, 20 rolls of duct tape, cheddar, milk, 8 gallons of bleach, bread, blah blah blah... Why is this list so long?!" I let out a groan, watching the list unfold to the floor. "I'm gonna be here a while..."

By the time I leave it's 12:45.

"Have a good night and be careful, sweetie," the old cashier lady wishes me out.

I grab the handle to the wagon I also bought just so I won't have to carry all the groceries home. "Thank you and I will," I respond as I heave all the groceries with me, walking through the doors into the dark night. About four streets until my house is visible, someone decides to mess with me. "Damn, one night would be nice. Of course, it's Gotham City this will always happen." I whip around to face the burly group of men following me. "Could you leave me alone?"

"No can do, sweetheart," the one with a beard says.

"Don't call me sweetheart because I'm not sweet. I'm telling you this as a favor, don't mess with me. You won't like the results that follow."

A second man, one with a mustache, flips out a knife. "And what would that be?"

"You wanna play?" the final, bald man taunts, bringing out a machete.

I move the wagon behind me and push it a little ways back.

"Give us all your money and food," mustache says.

"No," I scoff, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms.

"No?" beard smirks. "Wrong answer."

Ugh, so annoying. Can't use powers and risk being seen... This'll be like the old days but trained better. I smirk. "You made the wrong decision by trying to rob me." I get into a fighting stance.

Kill them.

"You're bluffing," baldy says.

I cackle. "Am I?"

That's it...

"She might be, but I'm not," a new voice says, jumping between me and the thugs.

"Robin!" the thugs shout.

No!

"That means the Bat's not far behind," baldy yells.

"Let's get outta here!" mustache shouts.

The three run away, and Robin turns to me.

"Batman's not near, is he?" I ask.

He shakes his anger ridden face, confirming my question. "What were you thinking trying to take on three thugs?!" he shouts at me.

My eyes widen then narrow. "I had them."

"Sure you did," Robin scoffs.

"Why are you being so rude?" I ask. "Isn't the Boy Wonder supposed to be nice?"

"I–" He sighs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just worried."

I sigh, moving up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you for saving me." I give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Y-You're w-w-welcome, D-Dawn."

I immediately let go of him. "How do you know my name?"

"I–uh, I... I know everyone in Gotham City's name."

"Oh, yeah?" I ask, arching my right eyebrow. "Then what were the names of those three thugs?"

"Uh... Okay, fine. I only know the name of the pretty girls."

I laugh. "Smooth, but that means that there's others."

"Wait! That's not what I meant!"

"It's fine. You're the Boy Wonder, you have plenty of girls at the ready," I smile. "I'm no one special. Have a good night and watch out for that thug coming up behind you."

He quickly turns to look, and I use that as my excuse to speed away before he turns back.

...Stalker: October 25, 2010...

It's after school hours, and I'm on my way home.

"You know, I can call the cops and tell them I have a stalker following me home," I call out into the streets.

Robin drops down beside me. "You wouldn't."

"Maybe, maybe not. Don't tempt me," I shrug. "If you wanted a date all you had to do was ask."

"I didn't– That's not what– Ugh! You're just like Bolt..." Robin sighs.

"That's that new pretty pinkette speedster, right?" I ask. "She got a thing for you?"

"I don't know..." Robin sighs, running his hand down his face. "It's obvious she's flirting with me, but I can't tell if she means it."

"Is that Robin?" a random passerby asks.

"I think it was. Who's that girl he's with?"

"We're getting unneeded attention," I mumble and sigh. "We can continue talking later. Meet me on the rooftop of the small café around the corner. Okay?"

"How are you going to get up there?"

I smirk as I turn away from him. "I have my ways. Besides, I'm tougher than I look, bird brain. Don't follow me home. It's an invasion of privacy."

I hear him use his grapple and swing away then let out a sigh of relief, leaving the scene before anyone comes to ask me questions.

"Hey, Dawny!" momma greets as I enter the door. "How was school?"

"Fine, I'm not staying long. I'm going to hang out with a friend just dropping my stuff off."

"Oh, alright, have fun and don't stay the night without telling us first."

"Will do," I reply, dropping my stuff off in my room then hopping into an outlet toward the café. I exit in the alley way next to the café then climb up the ladder.

"You got here fast," Robin concludes as I appear atop the roof.

"Didn't wanna keep you waiting," I shrug. "So, where were we?"

"She flirts with everyone though."

"Maybe she's trying to make you jealous," I admit.

"But..." he mumbles off. "There's... this girl I like at school too..."

"Oh? So a love triangle?" I question. "Interesting..."

~~~

I get in my Bolt suit and begin a patrol of sorts through Gotham. If Batman does nights, I'll do before dark today.

A loud gun shot followed by a crash is heard, and I skid to a stop, heading back to where it happened.

A group of about 10 men are holding civilians at gun point. Inside the building, an alarm is blaring and each man has a bag full of what I can guess are jewels as we're outside a jewelry store. One is holding a gun aimed straight at two boys that look like Richy and Wally along with a group of others.

"Whoa, whoa, hold up. What's with pointing your guns at them?" I ask.

The men swivel around, giving me a better look at the two to discover it is Wally and Richy. I give Wally a nod, and he responds with a nod too.

What is he doing here?

"We have no quarrel with you, Bolt," the obvious lead man says.

"No, but I have one with you. Robbing a jewelry store is illegal, you know that, right?"

The civilians begin to escape, but most are quickly stopped. It was enough time for Kid Flash to speed away with the distraction.

"Kill her!" he shouts, shooting his gun.

I smirk as time slows around me, catching and dropping every bullet blasted at me. Time returns to normal. "Oh, have you run out of bullets? Didn't you know I'm a speedster? Bullets are so slow."

One of the men grab Richy, unsheathing a pistol and shoving it against his temple. "Is this fast enough for you?"

"Is it fast enough for you?!" Kid Flash shouts, knocking the guy out with a sped up punch.

Together we quickly disarm and take out the men. The police arrive and take the men away.

I turn to KF and Richy. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I get into situations like that more than I'd like," he answers smoothly.

I turn to KF. "What are you doing in Gotham?"

"I was, uh..."

"He was hanging out with me," Richy speaks.

"Ah, didn't think you two would be friends."

"We've been friends for a while," Wally says, disappearing then reappearing in civies.

"Uh, huh, right. What are the two of you doing at a jewelry store?" I ask.

"We weren't. Just passing through to get to the ice cream shop," Richy says, pointing down the street.

My eyes light up. "I'm joining, and you can tell me how you two met."

"Instead..." Wally grins, nudging Richy. "Let's talk about how big of a crush Dick has on you, Bolt. You're his favorite superhero."

"Wally!" Richy shouts, face becoming red.

I grin. "Oh really?"

"I do not!"

...Party Crashers: October 26, 2010...

Papa said that tonight we are going to crash a rich snobs party. When I asked why, he said 'just for shits and giggles.' Nightfall comes and time to crash a rich party we go.

It's an hour after the party has started, and we blast the main doors off it's hinges. The wonderful sounds of screams resound in our ears. Papa's minions guard every exit and all the rest follow behind us.

"I have arrived!" papa declares, his bazooka raised over his shoulder. "I guess you're all wondering why I gathered you here today. Oh, wait, I didn't. You came willingly." He cackles madly. "Now where is the man of the hour?"

"Why are you here, Joker?" a deep voice asks.

The crowd separates as he walks through to confront us.

"Ah, Brucie! Just who I was looking for!" papa grins.

"What could the Joker possibly want with me?" Bruce Wayne snarls.

If this is Bruce's party, then where's Richy?

"Money, what else? Being me costs a lot of dough." Papa snaps his fingers, causing the minions behind us to pull out empty sacks and walk up to each rich person in the room.

"Just put all the goodies you have in the bags and no one will get hurt," momma says.

My hands cackle with electricity for emphasis as I grin. A few people cower. Bruce glares hard at papa and if looks could kill, papa'd be dead. My eyes finally land on Richy amongst the crowd. He leans against the wall as if uninterested and this happens often. I move through the crowd straight up at Richy. Papa and Bruce continue to chat.

I grin. "You seem too calm."

"This happens more than I'd prefer," he retorts.

"I heard that you're my age," I continue, moving closer to him.

He takes a step back as he glares. "Don't come near me." He continues backing away until he's trapped against the wall.

"Aww, that hurts," I fake gasp. "You know, you're actually really cute." I smack my hands to the wall on either side of his head. "I like cute."

"Huh, didn't think crashing a party was your MO, Joker," a voice calls out from behind.

We turn to see the Green Lantern known as Hal Jordan, walking in after taking out the few guards at the entrance.

"What's Green Lantern doing all the way in Gotham?" I ask, leaving Richy and moving back to the front. "Don't you live in California?"

"I was in town for some business," he admits, eyes drifting over to Bruce.

"And you just so happen to know we were here?" I counter.

"I'm a superhero, we're like crime detectors," he scoffs.

I chuckle before sending a bolt of electricity at him. He brings up a force field to block. Bruce and Richy slip out the room, unnoticed by anyone.

"Jes, you alright?" momma calls out.

I smirk. "I can handle a human in a tacky green suit. You get what we came for."

"Be careful, little monster."

My form changes into pure electricity as Batman and Robin appear to take on the two biggest Gotham crazies.

The three of us managed to escape with a few bags of jewels.

...Kidnapped: October 27, 2010...

A call interrupts my homework. I sigh as I turn my hair pink once again along with some shades and pick up the communicator. "Hellooo?"

"Is Robin with you?" Batman asks.

"No, why?"

"He didn't come home last night, and he wasn't at the cave either."

"Is everyone searching for him?"

"We've sent out search parties," Batman confirms.

"I'll help," I respond, hanging up. I turn my suit into my Jester Quinn outfit and head downstairs to find my parents. Storm follows behind me. "Momma? Papa?"

"In here, Jes!" momma calls out from the training room.

I head over to the door, slowly opening it to peek in, only to find exactly who I'm looking for. Chained up in a chair is Robin, bruised and cut. His arms are tied behind the chair, his legs are chained to the floor and the chair, and around his neck is a rope that's holding him against the chair. He has a gash across his left cheek, his right eye is swollen, and he's getting rope burn around his neck, wrists, and ankles. He's stripped down to his boxers and his mask.

"Look what we caught," papa grins.

My eyes continue to get bigger as I get further in the room, getting closer to Robin and his injuries. I close the door after Storm walks in behind. Robin's eyes widen upon seeing Storm.

A grin forms on my face. "I see you caught bird breath."

"Caught him spying on me last night," papa says. "Figured I'd bring you a gift, little monster."

"I love it," I smile, slowly dragging my fingers along the back of Robin's neck and kissing his cheek.

"We thought you could teach him some manners," momma says. "We've already taught him a few as you can probably tell."

Papa laughs. "Use your little zappy thing on him. I love when you do that to our prisoners."

"Sure, papa," I smile, walking up to Robin and reaching to cup his face.

"Aura..." he whimpers out.

My hand flinches back, stopping an inch from his face.

"What are you waiting for, JQ?" papa fusses. "Zap him!"

Zap him! Zap him! ⚡️

My eyes lock with Robin's as I place my palm against his cheek, giving him a light shock. Enough to earn a squeak from him but not enough to really hurt him.

"Ah!" papa exclaims. "That's the first cry of pain I've heard from him! It's music to my ears!"

"Well, you have fun, sweetheart," momma says, giving me a kiss on the head.

"We have somewhere to be tonight," papa says, placing a kiss on my forehead. "We'll be back later!"

The two smile, waving behind them as they head out the room.

"Aura."

I flinch. "Don't call me that."

"Why are... you here?"

"Bitch, I live here," I scoff, turning to him.

"You... know that's not what I... meant..."

"Like I told you before, I wanna be here," I answer.

"Barry... told me you always... wanted to be a... superhero... like him..." he pants.

"Things changed," I scoff, grabbing a chair and placing it a few feet in front of him. I sit on it backwards and lean against the backrest. "Everything I've learned I've learned from them. Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Penguin, Deadshot, Riddler, momma, and papa. They've taught me everything I know."

"So... you're only doing this... because you think you owe them?"

"No!" I shout. "I'm doing this because it feels good. I'm having fun! I'm free to do what I want to do."

"The things you wanna do... are illegal."

I scoff. "Only if I get caught."

"Barry... and Iris miss you."

"Am I supposed to care?" I ask.

"You did. They love you. These two... don't."

I flinch back, reminded of what papa said before. "You... you don't know that."

"The only person to... impress Joker is Batman... Joker has an obsession... for him only."

Storm comes up next to me and nudges my arm. I tentatively rub her head, bringing myself back to shoving away the thought. "What? Jealous you're not getting any attention?"

~Yes.~

"You would," I joke.

"Is that a–?"

"Cobra-venom enhanced hyena?" I finish, petting Storm's head. "Yes, yes she is. Papa got her for me for my birthday."

"She's as tall as Superboy."

"So is Wolf," I reply.

"You've met Wolf?" Robin asks. "Wait... how do you... know his name is Wolf?"

I smirk. "I'm always tapped into the world of electricity. I hear everything around the world."

"You're lying."

"How else would I know all the little secrets?"

"Then what's my... name?"

"You haven't shared it with your teammates except Wally."

"Would you want to... join the team?" he asks.

I blink a few times before my eyes widen. "Why?"

"You're obviously... interested... if you're eavesdropping."

"I told you I'm a villain!" I shout, standing up and accidentally knocking the chair over. It's quiet after the chair's sound echoes. "I'm doing it to spy and reveal secrets to other villains."

"You'd make a good... edition to... the... erk..." he whinces. "Team."

"Stop talking, you're hurting yourself," I sigh. "I'll be right back. Storm, keep him company." I leave the room then speed to the kitchen to get the first aid kit and return.

"If you're a villain... then... why... are you... helping me?" Robin asks, spotting the first aid kit.

"Don't get any ideas," I scoff. "Besides, Aunty Selina helps patch up Batsy every once in a while."

"You're not... meant to be a villain," he grunts. "And you know it..."

"Shut up."

...October 28, 2010...

It's 2:19 am, and I sneak out of my room down to Robin's prison cell.

"You up?" I call out.

"Who... can sleep... chained to a wall?" he huffs, groaning in pain. He most likely has a few broken ribs and fingers. "In nothing... but my... boxers?"

"Yeah..." I hum, moving through the small hole of the glass door by electricity.

"Why... are... you here?" he huffs, turning away from me. "Here... to beat me... some... more?"

I sigh, recalling the torture I put on him because of papa. "You know I didn't want to. I'd rather just shoot and leave. I'm here to tell you that I'm going to help you get out of here."

He glances at me out the corner of his eye. "Why?"

"Cause I don't want you here."

He turns on the metal bed to face me and sits up with a harsh grunt of pain and winces as he does so. "Aww, I... was... just beginning to enjoy... my stay."

I chuckle. "Whatever. You shouldn't move too much. You're going to hurt yourself more. I'm going to need some time to do it though. I should be able to get her here by tomorrow night."

"Her?"

"Bolt. She is your girlfriend, isn't she?" I tease.

"W-w-what?! No! I-I..."

"You do like her though, right?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"I'm not going... to talk about... my love life... with you," he huffs, crossing his arms or at least trying to with the chains.

I shrug. "Suit yourself."

"Why... Bolt?"

"Because we're connected," I joke. "No, she's the most reasonable. Everyone else would actually hurt me or try to at least. She also lives in Gotham, so it shouldn't be that hard to get her attention." I pull out the blanket I brought with me. "I know this isn't much, but it's something." I place it on the bed beside him.

"You'll... get in trouble... for helping me," he says.

"I have fast healing. I'll be fine. Goodnight."

...Escape: October 29, 2010...
...11:36pm...

Momma and papa finally fall asleep, so I separate into two. One as JQ and the other as Bolt. I walk the two of us to the prison room. I put a blindfold over my Bolt self and grab Robin's suit before we enter.

"In here," JQ says, leading Bolt into the dungeon.

"Bolt!" Robin calls out.

"I told you I'd get her, little birdy," JQ grins, pulling off Bolt's blindfold.

"Robin! We've been so worried about you!" Bolt shouts.

JQ opens the door, and Bolt immediately tackles Robin in a hug.

"Ow, Bolt... Kinda hurt here..."

"Oh, right!" She quickly jumps back from him, throwing her hands up in panic. "You were tortured and stuff. Sorry," Bolt says, looking him up and down then grins and lets out a few snickers. "You're into some kinky shit. It's kinda sexy seeing you in just boxers and in chains. Though, it'd be better without all the bruises, cuts, and blood... But hey..." She moves up to him and runs a hand down his toned abs. "These are almost the main attraction."

"Take a picture, it lasts... longer."

Bolt grins. "I've taught you well." She quickly vibrates the chains off of him.

"Well, I was just about to release him," JQ huffs, placing his suit on the bed next to him.

"Too slow," Bolt shrugs, speedily putting Robin's suit on him.

"How did she get your attention?" Robin asks Bolt.

"We're connected," Bolt answers with a grin.

"Connected... how?" Robin asks.

"She's my sister," Bolt answers before JQ can. Bolt gives her a nervous glance. "Oops..."

"You idiot..." JQ groans.

"Sisters?!" Robin shouts, eyes wide.

"Ssh!" JQ fusses.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!" Bolt apologizes.

"You big mouthed idiot," JQ mutters.

"You're sisters?!" Robin huffs with disbelief.

"Twins!" Bolt grins. JQ smacks the back of her head. "Oww!"

"But, that doesn't make sense. Barry only talked about Aura," Robin mumbles. "Which of you is Aura?"

"She is," Bolt answers and winks. "I won't tell you my name. Secret IDs and all that."

JQ massages her temples in annoyance. She turns to the two. "This is to be kept between us. You won't tell anyone anything about this. I never contacted you, Bolt, to rescue Robin. I didn't rescue you, Robin, Bolt did. She found you in an abandoned warehouse at Gotham Harbor. You don't remember which one you found him in as you were going too fast to concentrate on anything but finding Robin. Promise me you won't tell anyone that I let you go."

"Promise," the two nod.

"Good, now go before papa wakes to find me," JQ says, disappearing into the nearest electrical socket when in actuality she merges with Bolt.

I pick up Robin. "Let's take you home." I speed out the building and enter the nearest zeta-tube.

"Recognized: Bolt, B08. Robin, B01."

We emerge into the Batcave. I help him into the nearest chair before giving him a kiss on the head. "I really missed you, Robin. I gotta go though. I'm sorry."

"I understand... Thank you... for saving me."

"It wasn't me," I wink. "It was your arch nemesis."

He chuckles as the zeta-tube reads off my name, and I disappear. Stupid electric clones... I really need to get that split personality part in check before I blab some other stupid shit.

...October 30, 2010...

It's a few hours after school hours, and Richy hasn't been in school for the past 3 days. I'm on my way to the Wayne manor, slowing to a stop a little before the gates. I press the button to speak into.

"Helloooo? Anyone home? It's Dawn. I wanted to–"

The gates open and up the driveway I go, running normally. I knock.

Alfred answers as usual. "Miss Dawn, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Richy hasn't been at school for the past few days, and I couldn't get in contact with him. I was wondering if he was okay?"

"He's been sick."

"Can I see him?" I ask.

"I don't know if that's–"

"It's okay, Alfred," Richy cuts him off, limping to the door.

I move past Alfred with worried eyes. "Richy! What happened?!"

"Gymnastics accident," he lies. "Then I got sick. I'm sorry I didn't respond to your messages."

"I took his phone away," Alfred interrupts. "You shouldn't be staring at a small screen while sick."

"You should've called me Alfie! I would've helped take care of him!" I pout, wrapping an arm gently over Richy's shoulders.

"I have to remember that for next time."

...~~~...

Tried getting every ship of this love hexagon!

What's your favorite ship?

Richy x Bolt✔️
Robin x Bolt✔️
Richy x Dawn✔️
Robin x Dawn✔️
Richy x JQ✔️
Robin x JQ✔️

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