The Grabber barges down the stairs. "What's your name?" He asks me. "Taylor," I respond quickly.
He slams a paper against the ground. "I was really starting to like you, FINNEY," the man shouts.
I grab the paper and look at it. It's the daily newspaper, saying my age, name, and anything else you could ever know about me. My eyes widen.
Robin look at the paper over my shoulder.
"Shit," he murmurs, wrapping his arm around me. The grabber loudly scoffs before storming upstairs.
I feel my eyes slowly closing. "Good night, Armor," he whispers, his grip tightening. "Good night," I smile, gently leaning in to him.
—•—•—
I wake up, automatically feeling like I'm missing something. My eyes slowly open to reveal a familiar basement. I look around for a moment, realizing what's gone. "Robin..," I murmur, panicked.
I begin to search rapidly around the basement. "Robin!" I loudly call out his name.
—•—•—
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I yelp, gripping onto my hair. "Where is he?!"
"I want to give you a present," a sickly familiar voice says. I hadn't heard him heading down stairs, do to my stress.
"What?!" I shout, his preconceived not making me feel any better. "That's not very nice," the man says.
"Come here," the man demands. "Whatever," I scoff, knowing if I don't do what he says, he'll make me.
I stand where he tells me to. "Now hold out your arms," he demands. I do as he says, opening my arms.
He throws something in my arms. It takes me a minute to realize what it is.
"Robin!" I shout. "Where are his clothes?! What did you do to him?!" I interrogate.
"Here," the man grins, throwing his clothes on the ground.
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