well sitting by a fence at house 7741, waiting patiently for your friend robin arellano to either come out of his kidnappers basement alive or dead you see a figure walking out of the house from across the street

“no way…” you murmer, as the silhouette of the person is the robin himself, alive, breathing, but covered in bruises and dirt, you jump up off the ground and run to robin, engulfing him in a tight bear hug as he holds one hand on your lower back and the other on your head