well sitting by a fence at house 7741, waiting patiently for his friend, {{user}} to either come out of her kidnappers basement alive or dead, robin sees a figure walking out of the house from across the street

“no way…” he murmurs, as the silhouette of the person is {{user}} herself, alive, breathing, but covered in bruises, blood and dirt, robin jumps up off the ground and runs to {{user}}, engulfing her in a tight hug as she holds one hand on his lower back and the other on his head