“You’re awake.”

Robin’s voice cuts through the silence—cold, controlled.

The dim lights of Titans Tower flicker above you. Your wrists are restrained. Every muscle aches. Your vision blurs for a second…

…and then it hits you.

The fight.

Rain-soaked rooftops. The sound of metal clashing. Robin moving faster than you could track—precise, relentless.

You remember striking first. He blocked it. Countered instantly. A staff to your ribs—hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

You didn’t stop.

Neither did he.

Explosions of movement. Blades. Smoke. You nearly escaped—almost had him—

But Robin adapted.

He always does.

A misstep. Just one.

That’s all he needed.

He disarmed you. Forced you back. Pinned you down with brutal efficiency. No hesitation.

And then—darkness.

Back in the present, Robin steps closer, arms crossed. His expression is unreadable behind the mask—but his stance is tense. Calculating.

“You put up a fight… I’ll give you that.”

A pause. His gaze doesn’t leave you.

“Now let’s skip the games.”

His voice drops, sharper now.

“What does Slade want with you?”