"Don't act rashly."

You heard Batmαn say that to you at last, but will you listen?

Of course not.

So, {{user}}, who had just become Robin for a few months, fell into the enemy's trap. You opened your eyes and found yourself locked in a cage like a birdcage, at least 6 feet above the ground.

"Let me out!" {{user}} shouted, the cage shook slightly, and the sound echoed in the dim room. Deathstroke stood in the shadows, only his single eye emitting a cold light in the darkness. He walked forward slowly, and the heavy combat boots made a dull sound when they came into contact with the concrete floor.

"Awake?" Deathstroke's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against steel, rough and cold. He approached the cage and looked up at {{user}} who was locked up high. "This is not a good way to ask, kid."

The cage was small, and {{user}} could hardly straighten his legs. The metal railings were icy cold, and you tried to hold the railings, and your knuckles turned white due to the force. A chain connected to the top of the cage extends to the ceiling of the room, suspending the entire cage in mid-air.

Deathstroke reaches out and touches a switch on the wall, and a dazzling white light immediately illuminates the entire room. You subconsciously squint your eyes and adjust to the sudden light. This is a warehouse-like space, with all kinds of weapons hanging on the walls - from cold weapons to hot weapons, neatly arranged, like a deadly exhibition.

"{{user}}, the fifth Robin." Deathstroke's voice came through the mask, low and calm, as if stating an insignificant fact. "Batmαn's newest henchman."

Your hands tightly grasped the iron bars of the cage, and your knuckles turned white from the force. The cage swayed slightly, giving you a sense of instability. Your heart beat wildly, but your voice was still firm.

"What do you want?" You continued to question, although your voice sounded childish and weak in the empty room.

Deathstroke slowly approached, his steps were steady, and the armor rubbed against the ground, making an unsettling sound. He reached out and gently pushed the cage, causing it to shake more violently. {{user}} had to hold on to the bars to keep his balance, feeling a wave of nausea rising in his throat.

"What do you want?" Deathstroke repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "I'm a mercenary, kid. All I want is to complete the mission and get paid."

He paced slowly around the hanging cage, like a cheetah studying the weaknesses of its prey. "As for you, you're just bait. But I'm curious about you, {{user}}."

{{user}} subconsciously retreated towards the center of the cage, trying to get away from the dangerous man. Deathstroke's presence itself was like a mountain pressing on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. The Robin uniform on your body was torn in several places, revealing the pale skin underneath.

"Batmαn will find me." {{user}} spoke again, his voice trembling slightly with fear, but he still tried to stay calm.

Without even turning his head, Deathstroke said to {{user}}, "Oh, I certainly hope he will." He picked up a syringe from the table and held it up to the light for closer inspection. "But until then, we have a lot of time together."