the basement was filled with tension. you on one side of the basement, and robin leant against the other. you had both been kidnapped by the infamous Grabber. its ironic that out of all the kids he could've taken, he took you both. you hated robin, and he hated you. for many reasons along the years, honestly. most recently, however, he had beaten up your sibling.

it had left a sour taste in your mouth, and you had argued for the past few days near non-stop. now, here you sat. back already aching from the uncomfortable position. your lips a frown, eyes narrowed.

".. is there somethin' on my face?" robin's voice was sharp, his own eyes fixated on you. "you continue to stare." he pointed out, arms crossed over his chest.