Whisper
Title: Whisper
Author: Wisia
Disclaimer: Own nothing from DC.
Rating: T
Characters: Tim Drake, Ra’s al Ghul, Kon-El (mentioned)
Summary: Because only Kon can hear Tim.
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: Just a short drabble. For stolidity and the sudden motivation to write/add a little more to it. Hm...I need better titles.
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He was seventeen. Only seventeen. And he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The light cast a glowing yellow across his skin, dancing across curves and Tim stopped. He breathed in through his nose. One. Two. Three. He exhaled out his mouth. One. Two. Three.
Tim started again. At his face. Which was the same. And the hair. Which wasn’t. Tim fingered a stray lock gingerly. It felt pretty genuine for being fake and he had to stop and breathe again. Because he was Ra’s’ kidnapped child bride.
If Ra’s wasn’t lying, then Tim was stuck. For at least half a year. There was no way Tim could escape till then. It took time to heal and he need to-to adjust to his new body.
And Tim sank to the floor, unable to breathe again. He could hold on till then. Right? He poked his breasts with a miserable sigh. He was only seventeen, and he was a female. Hysterically, Tim wondered what Kon might think. Kon would probably laugh and crack a few perverted jokes.
Kon.
Tim bolted to his feet and then dropped back down, dizzy at the sudden jolt and the revelation.
Kon.
And Tim placed a hand over his mouth, heart strangely regular for what he realized. A hand over his mouth in case there were cameras. In case someone could read lips.
His mouth was so dry, and it took two hard swallows before Tim could speak.
“Superboy,” he whispered, voice so low that no one could possibly hear it. Except Kon. Even if Tim was so far away. “Kon…I hope you’re listening.”
He licked his lips, his throat feeling completely parched. “I need your help. Ra’s al Ghul has me, and I need you to let Batman know. Or Nightwing.”
There was a knock on the door, and Tim jumped.
“You cannot hide in the toilet forever, Timothy,” Ra’s’ voice drifted in. “Where do you think to escape to, hm? My little songbird?”
“Please,” Tim whispered more urgently, half tripping over his words as the door clicked. “And don’t you dare try and come rescue me by yourself.”
The door cracked open, and Tim hoped desperately the meta heard him. Because only Kon could.
Metamorphosis Muted