Author: Heroicagal PM
An OC name Marissa Cosine somehow gets taken into the Batman universe and meets her heroes, especially Tim Drake, whom is her favorite Robin. Now she will have to get back home and brave Gotham but not without the help of her new found friends. Will turn into OC X Robin/Tim later Possible Mary Sue but I sure hope not. No flaming please.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Timothy D./Red Robin - Chapters: 6 - Words: 8,678 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 07-17-12 - Published: 06-06-12 - id: 8191447
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Hey guys, me again! I have always loved Tim as Robin (le gasp! Shocker right?) , so I thought it would be fun to have myself in an OC form go and visit him. Not intentionally mind you. Oh and if you want romance, tell me. If not it will be good old fashion friendship with me still crushing in secret. I just don't want to be too Mary-Sue.
Meeting My Comic Book Crush
Ah, the library. How I love the library. It had comic books galore and all for the taking. I grabbed about ten Batman comics and made sure that most of them had my favorite Robin in it. Tim Drake was just awesome. I even had a little crush on him. Not that I really wanted anyone to know, people already thought I was a certified freak. Anyway, so I had on my only (sadly) article of Batman clothing. It was a button with the symbol on it, nothing fancy. I was waiting to be picked up and dug into my comics as the wind really started to pick up. It started to turn faster and faster and suddenly I lost my comic in the breeze. I stumbled after it and it landed right in front of a bright green shoe. Only, it looked different, more like well a comic drawn inside a comic book. Actually, everything looked like it was comic book art. Slowly I picked up the rouge comic and looked up. My eyes followed the cane up to the green suit with purple question marks. There was the hat and the green mask. I blinked, and the man grinned at me.
"Excuse me miss. I have a case to get too." The Riddler swept me aside and continued his rather casual stroll. What the heck? I glanced at myself and I gasped. I looked just like the girls in the Batman comics do, only in my form. I still had on my pack, and my button was clasped in place. I hesitantly put the comic in my knapsack and looked around. It was dark and dank and smelly. It was Gotham. Gotham! How the heck did I get here? Wait, why didn't the Riddler stop me? Wasn't he a bad guy? Must be at the time in the line of comics where he supposedly went straight and became a detective. That meant that Tim was Robin and was roughly 16. My head hurt. I was not in a comic. That wasn't possible. I was just fifteen year old Marissa Cosine, obsessive of the Batman comics, but not an inter-dimensional traveler. I don't understand… Was Tim still in his old or his new costume? Were Bart and Connor dead or alive? Why the heck am I thinking this right now instead of trying to wake up? I pinched myself. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing happened. Now I was stumped. I don't understand. Gah! This isn't possible! I CANNOT BE IN GOTHAM CITY, IT ISN'T REAL!
As I mentally broke down, I started to hyperventilate. Slowly, I slumped to the ground. My head was spinning. I was in Gotham City, had just encountered the Riddler, and all I had was a Batman button, some clothes on my back, and comics. That's all I had to brave the night. Oh, and a sweater with love on the front. After calming down I pulled the hood up and started to trudge. I wasn't in the good part of town. I was in the East End. Flashes of crimes committed here played through my mind. If the wrong person caught me out here alone… I didn't even want to think about that possibility. I was scared, and cold and very freaked out. Then I heard a few footsteps. That wasn't good. I jumped into an alleyway and ducked behind some crates.
"C'mon Joe! The boss'll be angry if we don't show soon! He eats guys who make him angry!" Whoa, hang on; these idiots thought it would be good to work for Killer Croc? Smart choice thinks the comic nerd sarcastically. In a panic now that I knew Croc was around, I just jumped up and sprinted, not even thinking about which way I ran. The direction happened to be right into the thugs.
"Whoa there girly, where's the fire?" Joe said as he crushed my wrist. I whimpered. To be honest, I wasn't feeling all that brave.
"Where'd you come from kid?" The unnamed thug I decided to call Shmoe asked. Then I finally got enough sense to fight back. My foot connected with Joe's oh so delicate spot and I turned to sprint. Luck would have it there was a door at the end of the alley. I threw it open and slammed it behind me, locking it as they started to pound on it.
"Come out girl. Don't make this harder that it needs to be!" I wildly looked around and then climbed a set of stairs. This place was rotting to the core and as I ran up to the next floor the stairs creaked and moaned under my weight. With adrenaline pumping I saw an open window and jumped out onto the roof. They were right on my heels cursing and yelling at me to just stay where I was. I wasn't stupid. If they caught me and brought me to Croc I would more than likely become dinner. They were right at the window. I was trapped. Then I spotted the roof over and I had a stupid and wild idea. I ran and jumped, rolling as I hit the roof of the next house. Unfortunately I couldn't stop and continued my plummet until I landed in a dumpster. Gross!
I started to regain my wits and clamber out when I felt a hard yank on my hair. I yelped in pain and a scaly hand covered my mouth.
"What're you doin' kid?" The growly sounding voice hissed. I groaned behind the hand and knew that I was in deep trouble.
Killer Croc's lair, which he dragged me to after catching me, stank. It was in the sewers and it just smelled. He roughly shoved me in a chair and lashed my hands and ankles together, tying them with a section of rope then to the chair each. He sat back in satisfaction as I glared. I was now tired and smelly and dirty and also terrified, but more angry and frustrated than anything else. I never really wanted to be a damsel in distress, only if a meeting with the Bats was attached.
"So, you got a name?" Croc asked. I was annoyed and I was probably going to be killed anyway and so I decided to have fun with it. Might as well…
"No I never was given one, but my friends call me Pico." I smirked. He looked angry while Joe scratched his head.
"You're name's really Pico?" Joe asked. Then I smirked even wider.
"Smart help you got here Lizard Boy, oh wait, that's Spiderman." Now everyone looked confused. I giggled. Man was I being stupid.
"Why do you want to know what my name is, oh wait. You want to see if I am worth a ransom. Not one bit buddy. I'm on my own here." So he has his men search me and my bag. Frustrated at nothing over the value of one hundred dollar he snarls in disgust at me. He notices the button I have on my shirt.
"You work for the Bat?" He questions. I roll my eyes.
"It's just a button I bought."
He eyes it critically before releasing it and my attached shirt.
"I told you." I shrugged. "So now that ransom is out I sense about three plans to be in order. One, you eat me, not that I want you to, but well, you know, I can't really stop you. Two, you let me go. Right, like that will ever happen. Or, as I am guessing since you have still let me breathe, you are going to use me as a hostage to keep Batman and the cops away. The third plan."
"Heh, you aren't so stupid kid." Killer Croc grunts.
"How kind of you." I drawl on, stalling. The sooner we stay in one place, the more the chance that if he is coming, Batman can find me.
"It's the third one. I need some insurance with the gun swap going on. You're coming with. If you learn to keep your yap shut I may even let you live."
"You aren't going to strap me to a car hood are you?" I ask, recounting one of Tim's predicaments.
"You know about that huh? Yeah, Boy Blunder sure was livin' up to the name Boy Hostage that time."
"Still got away." I mutter. He shrugs.
"It's time to go." He reaches forward and I think it will be to, I don't know grab my chair and drag it or something, but instead he grabs duct tape and pulls off a strip. I start to panic; I don't want to be so helpless. As he takes one forward he plasters it over my mouth.
"MMM!" I yell, totally losing my cool. He slaps me across the face.
"Shut up." He says and he then uses the sticky side of the tape to forcibly close my eyes.
Then I am released from my chair, still bound at the ankles and wrists. I am slung over a shoulder and I squirm but stop as I am hit again.
"Stop doing anything but breathing." He commands. My head is reeling from the force of the hit, so I listen. I feel myself plopped into a trunk and hear the lid shut.
The trunk opens but I still don't see anything at all. I have tried to loosen my knots but it is to no avail. As he picks me up I go limp. Maybe he will think I'm asleep or something. I am now sat in another chair and I feel the same process of before. He tightens the knots on my other, older restraints. They'll hold good and tight alright. Trying to breathe in and out slowly and quietly, I attempt to gather my wits. I hear what sounds like a horn, feel a misty dampness around me, and smell salt water. I am at the Piers. That is so cliché. I sit there in the shadows and I hear the buyer bickering with Croc on a rate. Then I hear something that sounded like a knife being unsheathed and a quiet step towards me. I start to sweat and back against my chair, scared of the oncoming attacker. I feel them right in front of me and when I feel the blade lightly brush against my wrists I panic.
"Mm!" I exclaim into the tape.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." A voice speaks in a soothing tone. The tape is gently pulled from my eyes and as I adjust to the lighting I see him.
"Rbmm?" I ask, still gagged. He smiles reassuringly and then frees me of that tape as well.
"Are you okay?" He asks. I nod as he starts to cut through the bindings with a batarang.
"How'd you end up here?" He asks as he then gets to work on my ankles.
"Wrong place at the wrong time." I say while rubbing my chaffing wrists. "How do you deal with this all the time?" He now gives a small amused grin.
"Gloves help." I think back to Detective Comics 826 and then mentally agree.
"Stay here while I go take care of the bad guys." He instructs me. I nod and remain hidden now in the shadows. The fight isn't too long but as all the others are down, Croc gains an advantage. As he is about to shoot Robin I grab my chair and throw it at him. It distracts him long enough to give Robin time to make him KO.
"Thanks." He says. I just nod. This is still a little much for me.
"I am seriously freaked out." I admit.
"Being kidnapped does that to people." He agrees.
"At least I wasn't strapped to the hood of his car…" I mumble as I try to process things again now that I am not in danger.
"One time only!" Tim tries to defend himself.
"Hey, you do a better job at keeping safe than the other Robins have. Not to mention, well the scaly green whitey-tightys only work for a little while before it is time to wear pants. I know it was a tradition but…" Tim laughs at this.
"What can I say? I have more fashion skills than the others." He jokes.
"I seem to remember you wearing that outfit at least once." A voice says and Nightwing steps out of the shadows. I jump out of my skin.
"Somebody needs to put a bell on, all of you!" I cry in frustration, quoting Kid Flash in the show Teen Titans. Nightwing now sniggers.
"Boy Wonder and I have to head out and meet up with his boss. We'll drop you off at home on the way." Dick says.
"Umm… well, you see that won't really work for me…" I say and then I start in on my explanation, hoping that they will remember all the crazy stuff they've seen and fought. I really don't want to end up drugged in Arkham Asylum.