Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Crossroads

Pounding rain. Flashes of red. Yowls. Shrieks. Panic. Faye.

Faye.

Robin jolted himself awake, huffing erratic startled breaths. His eyes darted around the room. A single camera stared back at him from behind in the upper corner on his right. Other than that, the room was barren, an empty box of metallic grey. He tried to stand up, only to find that his limbs wouldn't move. He was bound to a metal chair, his hands held behind his back with built-in metal cuffs, legs similarly bound to the chair's legs. Whoever had brought him here knew better than to use ropes – those he could easily undo. Metal was harder.

A mechanic hissing caught his attention. Part of the wall he was facing slid open, revealing a dark rectangle. Robin stared at the figure who walked through. The wall returned to its usual position behind him.

"You're awake," Jason Chow-Feng said primly. "We tried to make you as comfortable as possible, but we also couldn't have you getting away." He gestured to the metal chair with a neat, work-shirt covered arm.

"Faye - "

"Faye is fine." He said, surprisingly reassuring. "She's upset with Mark for knocking you out, and me for not letting her see you. She'll get over it – she knows we don't have much a choice."

Robin grew pale, nausea forming in the pit of his stomach. Both his utility belt and his gloves were gone, which was bad enough. He was more worried about his mask. Was it on? He couldn't tell.

Jason, just as perceptive as his daughter, noticed. He sighed; the first sign of annoyance Robin had witnessed in his usually cheery demeanor. "Faye said she would disown the family if we took it off. This is one of the rare times she means what she says. She also won't say who you are, but I know she knows."

One mystery solved. Robin let out a relieved exhale knowing that he was hidden by his domino mask. I trust you. He should have done the same. In his defense, it was hard to think straight when her family had kidnapped him.

Jason watched him carefully. His next words brought the queasiness back. "In fact, I'm getting a slight idea myself. Faye only cares about one person so ardently, aside from the family, of course."

Robin responded with a blank look, tinged with the slightest curiosity to hide his dread. "Really?"

The corner of Jason's lip twitched. Other than that, he gave no reply.

"Where am I?" Robin looked around, pretending as if he hadn't already surveyed the room. From experience, it was better to let the captor feel like they were watching your every move.

"I'm not from Gotham," Jason smiled, mildly amused. "I'm not going to give you an obscure riddle or laugh maniacally in between clues. I don't enjoy doing this, truth be told. However, I'd hate it even more if you were to continue investigating us."

"So what? You're going to kill me?"

"Of course not. Faye would kill me. All I need is to know what you've found so far, and then I'll have to deliberate with the rest of the family."

"Who actually calls the shots? You, Faye, or your wife?"

"It's a team effort." Jason answered swiftly. "Although it is inconvenient sometimes. Now is one of those times."

Robin bit back a smirk. "Faye won't let you hurt me."

"I wasn't too keen on it either, so Sandra was outnumbered, especially after she found this," Jason held up a silver port connection, glinting between his fingers. It was the one Robin had plugged into Sandra's library computer during the start of the Feng party back in December. "And other unwelcome presences in our system."