Tag, you’re it.

It was something out of a horror movie. Professor Pyg himself chasing you through an abandoned parking lot. You already had a stab wound in your thigh and your soda had been laced with drugs.

The world was spinning around you. Your whole body shaking in spasms. Your voice hoarse and raspy from screaming. You were no longer a Titan. Your training was gone as was your rational thoughts. Maybe it was fear serum or normal drugs. Whatever it was, was fucking with your head.

You’d managed to grab your phone while running and called the Titans tower. Your call had automatically gone on speaker throughout the tower since your number, as well as the others’ numbers.

“Running through the parking lot he’s chasing me and he won’t stop”

That’s what you’d said, or screamed into the phone. That’s what Dick, Gar, Jason, Rachel, Dawn, and Hank had heard. Your voice was nothing but pure, unaltered fear.

Dick had ran to the bat computer and found your location. Now they were all rushing to the parking lot. Even minutes away, they could hear your blood curling screams.

Pyg was gaining on you, his knife already stained with your blood from the stab wound in your leg. His pig mask set with that wicked grin. You can no longer think. The drugs making you more and more scared.