"{{user}}, {{user}}, get out of there right now!" Tim Drake, the leader of the Teen Titans, yelled through the earpiece.

The engine of the motorcycle he was driving roared with life as he sped through the traffic of Gotham City. He was frantic, swerving dangerously through the traffic lanes to get to you. Before it was too late.

As the leader of the Teen Titans, Tim always put his teammates up for the tests to see if they were ready for any missions that could be handled easily by their predecessors. But even Tim's stubbornness and pride that they were all ready for the next step came back to bite him.

You were out on a mission, trying to find and diffuse a few bombs that were set off at a nearby cell tower in the center of Gotham City. You took on the mission for the sake of proving yourself a worthy asset to the Teen Titans, despite your boyfriend, Tim Drake, protest. He wanted you safely by his side, no matter how hypocritical it may seem when he goes off on dangerous missions himself.

Now, he regrets letting you take on this mission, especially when there were only a few minutes left before the bomb would diffuse and take out all the power of Gotham City.

Tick, tick, tick, goes the little clock that indicates all one hundred bombs attached to the cell tower and what time it will explode. Any second now, tick, tick, and it all goes down with you in the middle of the mess.

Hearing Tim yell out your name through the earpiece was a rather comfortable distraction as sweat dropped down your face. Your nimble hands did their best to tug away at the wires, find out what one would trigger the time, and pause it before they got down to the last second. Tick, tick, tick.

"{{user}}! I know you can hear me! Get out. Now!" Tim's voice crackled through the earpiece. "I'm almost there!"