The cracked and plain walls of the prison cell made you want to throw up. You’ve been a prisoner of the militia for months now bc you were the current Robin.

The days spent there were bland and painful. His militia would gawk at you like you were some sort of trophy- proof that they were winning. All the while torturing and hurting you almost every day. The Arkham Knight seemed to hate you; but he did make it clear he didn’t want you hurt- his men still went behind his back and hurt you anyway.

His men laughed in your face, munching loudly on the food right in front of you. God...you were so hungry..but they were holding out on feeding you for a while now. They just seemed to like to mock you about it too. But hey, sometimes you manage to get a couple of crumbs...