Of Ashes and Embers

Kidnapped

(Robin Pov)

I'm lying on something that's softer than the ground, but not much better than it. An old cot or something maybe? I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember is being sent after Demon, who broke into Wayne Industries. I can tell my boots are gone. I feel groggy. Neither are good signs. Its cold. Slowly I open my eyes. I'm met with a dimly lit room. It's small, mainly wood by the looks of it. There's a cot just a couple feet from mine, unoccupied. There's a small wooden crate underneath it with a rock on top. A little past the end of the cot is a doorway, and I can see a sink in it. A couple feet from the end of my own cot is a door that's closed. I'm guessing that's the one that leads out of here as there is nothing else to see in this room besides a couple boxes and some discarded shirts and boots. I sit up upon realizing that I'm not tied up. My mask is still on, surprising, but I am missing my belt, my gloves, and my cape. No trackers then. I need a plan. I need to figure out where I am first. On the cot across from me there's a red shirt with black sleeves and an attached hood. My eyes narrow upon seeing what seems to be a horn underneath it. Its close enough that I don't have to stand up to push the shirt aside revealing a blood red Hannya mask. So, Demon was the kidnapper then. And she is around here somewhere since half of her suit is here.

The door creaks open and before I can decide whether to fight or not a young girl enters the room, door closing behind. Our eyes meet, both of us are unmoving, observing each other. She's small, only around 5ft at most, and she looks like she can't even be 90 pounds soaking wet. She does have an athletic build from what I can see though. She's wearing black cargo style pants and black combat boots. The sleeves of the hoodie she's wearing are pushed up to her elbows, the hoodie has several tears, holes, and various stains. Some look like blood. She stands in a way that reminds me of Cheshire, she stands like an assassin, she looks calm but she's ready to move at any second. Her skin tone looks like she's got some sort of mixed descent, maybe Vietnamese or south Asian as its close to Artemis's skin tone. I look back up to her heart shaped face, it's got a few strands of her honey blonde hair stuck to it. Tired emerald eyes stare back at me. Deep, dark bags are under them, has she slept at all recently? There's a wary tenseness in her eyes as well. Distrust. Our silent observation is broken by her.

"You finally woke up, took you a while, I was beginning to think I overdosed you on that sedative," she tells me. Wait.

"Your Demon," I ask. There's a sharp jerk of her head, a nod I think.

"In the flesh. I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you're already trying to figure out an escape and I'm just saying that you shouldn't because frankly I am too damn tired to kick your ass again," she says. She walks into the connected room with the sink, disappearing around the corner. There's the sound of her digging through something before she walks back out with a first aid kit. A small pathetic looking one, but a first aid kit, nonetheless. She tosses it next to me after removing a bottle of pills from it. "I don't know if you need it or not cause I wasn't about to strip you down or nothing so, if you need it feel free," she pops one of the pills into her mouth and swallows it dry. For someone who just kidnapped me she is one: way too calm, and two: a little too friendly.

"So, you kidnapped me to give me a first aid kit," I question. There's a quiet snort.

"I kidnapped you because I was ordered too, so I hope there's no hard feelings, because it wasn't my idea," she replies. "Is Batman fucking Bruce Wayne?" I blink. She's staring at me, waiting for an answer. It's in this moment that I see her arm. There's a lot of marks from what I am assuming is needles. It would explain the sort of odd and random behavior from her right now. And why she acted differently on missions. "No, seriously," she says after a few moments of silence, "I mean something has to be going on there. Like, that's how I knew Batsy would send you after me in Wayne's place when he couldn't go himself. So I'm assuming they have to be very close friends, brothers, or they're fucking. But it can't be brothers because Wayne was an only child. I'm seriously doubting friends because friends fight and sometimes, they go through periods of not being friends ya know? Plus, the dedication is way too much even for friends for Bats to be at Wayne's beck and call all the time. So, the option that makes the most sense is that they're lovers. Am I right?"