Chapter 15

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Click.

Click.

Turn, click.

Click.

Scratch,

Turn, scratch

scrape...

I bolted upright, inwardly cursing myself at falling asleep.

I swear to God I heard a noise.

Click,

Someone was picking the lock. I hadn't eaten in days and hadn't really slept since three days before I had gotten trapped in here. The basement had no windows, so I lost track of when it was day and when it was night. I had no idea how much time had passed. So my brain did not register that perhaps the reason the person on the other end of the door was a good guy, which was why he or she was picking the lock.

The only thing I knew was that Wally had been getting tortured for a week before this, and I hated myself for that.

Click, scrape, CLICK!

Whoever was on the other side had successfully picked the lock. I frowned, getting up as quickly as I could, standing protectively over Wally's body, ready to protect him.

Because I had made a promise. I told Wally I would never let anyone hurt him, even if it cost me my identity.

I intend to keep that promise.

"Robin?" Came a gravely voice.

"Br-Batman?" I asked. He had found us! We were going to get out! Wally was going to get rescued!

"It's me, you're going to be ok Robin," Bruce replied. I felt a stab of anger at that part, but I forced it down. Wally was the one who they should be worried about. Not me. I was fine.

"No! Wally. He's dying!" I yelled. Bruce quickly walked over to the lump behind me, but a flash of red and a huge gust of wind beat him to it.

Barry leaned over Wally, scooping him up in his arms.

"Oh God Wally!" He murmured, before flashing off in the direction of Central City's zeta tube.

I reached my hand out to where they had just been, where Wally had just been. Pain flaring up in my chest because he was gone. And I had no way of figuring out whether or not he was ok.

A hand found its way onto my shoulder, Bruce's hand. But I barely registered the touch. My world was fading in and out. My mind screaming at me to stay awake.

I dimly heard Bruce's voice call my name before my vision faded into blackness.

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