It was surreal; you, a new vigilante, had been teaming up with the Robin for the past eight months, honing, improving your skills. And perhaps catching feelings.

Tonight, however, patrol wasn't going well.

The two of you, knocked out, woken up in a dark room, hands cuffed together.

You couldn't deny your fear, but Robin was holding it together quite well.

"It's okay," he whispered, fingers entangling with yours.