(Robin Pov)

I'm lying on something that's softer than the ground, but not much better than it. An old cot or something maybe? I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember is being sent after Demon, who broke into Wayne Industries. I can tell my boots are gone. I feel groggy. Neither are good signs. Its cold. Slowly I open my eyes. I'm met with a dimly lit room. It's small, mainly wood by the looks of it. There's a cot just a couple feet from mine, unoccupied. There's a small wooden crate underneath it with a rock on top. A little past the end of the cot is a doorway, and I can see a sink in it. A couple feet from the end of my own cot is a door that's closed. I'm guessing that's the one that leads out of here as there is nothing else to see in this room besides a couple boxes and some discarded shirts and boots. I sit up upon realizing that I'm not tied up. My mask is still on, surprising, but I am missing my belt, my gloves, and my cape. No trackers then. I need a plan. I need to figure out where I am first. On the cot across from me there's a red shirt with black sleeves and an attached hood. My eyes narrow upon seeing what seems to be a horn underneath it. Its close enough that I don't have to stand up to push the shirt aside revealing a blood red Hannya mask. So, Demon was the kidnapper then. And she is around here somewhere since half of her suit is here.

The door creaks open and before I can decide whether to fight or not a young girl enters the room, door closing behind. Our eyes meet, both of us are unmoving, observing each other. She's small, only around 5ft at most, and she looks like she can't even be 90 pounds soaking wet. She does have an athletic build from what I can see though. She's wearing black cargo style pants and black combat boots. The sleeves of the hoodie she's wearing are pushed up to her elbows, the hoodie has several tears, holes, and various stains. Some look like blood. She stands in a way that reminds me of Cheshire, she stands like an assassin, she looks calm but she's ready to move at any second. Her skin tone looks like she's got some sort of mixed descent, maybe Vietnamese or south Asian as its close to Artemis's skin tone. I look back up to her heart shaped face, it's got a few strands of her honey blonde hair stuck to it. Tired emerald eyes stare back at me. Deep, dark bags are under them, has she slept at all recently? There's a wary tenseness in her eyes as well. Distrust. Our silent observation is broken by her.

"You finally woke up, took you a while, I was beginning to think I overdosed you on that sedative," she tells me. Wait.

"Your Demon," I ask. There's a sharp jerk of her head, a nod I think.

"In the flesh. I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you're already trying to figure out an escape and I'm just saying that you shouldn't because frankly I am too damn tired to kick your ass again," she says. She walks into the connected room with the sink, disappearing around the corner. There's the sound of her digging through something before she walks back out with a first aid kit. A small pathetic looking one, but a first aid kit, nonetheless. She tosses it next to me after removing a bottle of pills from it. "I don't know if you need it or not cause I wasn't about to strip you down or nothing so, if you need it feel free," she pops one of the pills into her mouth and swallows it dry. For someone who just kidnapped me she is one: way too calm, and two: a little too friendly.

"So, you kidnapped me to give me a first aid kit," I question. There's a quiet snort.

"I kidnapped you because I was ordered too, so I hope there's no hard feelings, because it wasn't my idea," she replies. "Is Batman fucking Bruce Wayne?" I blink. She's staring at me, waiting for an answer. It's in this moment that I see her arm. There's a lot of marks from what I am assuming is needles. It would explain the sort of odd and random behavior from her right now. And why she acted differently on missions. "No, seriously," she says after a few moments of silence, "I mean something has to be going on there. Like, that's how I knew Batsy would send you after me in Wayne's place when he couldn't go himself. So I'm assuming they have to be very close friends, brothers, or they're fucking. But it can't be brothers because Wayne was an only child. I'm seriously doubting friends because friends fight and sometimes, they go through periods of not being friends ya know? Plus, the dedication is way too much even for friends for Bats to be at Wayne's beck and call all the time. So, the option that makes the most sense is that they're lovers. Am I right?"

"Batman," I pause, I've never heard this theory but, in a way, I can see how it makes sense to her, "Batman is not having a relationship with Bruce Wayne," I answer. I don't like the topic either, the fact that she thinks there's a connection at all is too close for comfort. She freezes, and looks at the door, body going a little stiffer. What? The door opens once more and a tall man of about 6ft pokes his head in. He's dressed in all black and screams League of Shadows.

"Asset report the hour," he barks. She blinks, and I can see from the way her face scrunches slightly that it's taking a minute to process for her, to find the hour. Does he mean time?

"Hour 67, sir," comes her slightly hesitant reply. The man nods once and then leaves.

"Hour 67," I inquire.

"Of not sleeping. I have to go 96," she replies. What? That's insane, the effects of not sleeping that long. Wait.

"How long since you kidnapped me?"

"I'm not sure exactly," she shrugs, "around 12 or 13 hours, I think. Like I said I was starting to think I gave you too much of the sedative."

"You kidnapped me while sleep deprived," I state.

"Yeah, it was pretty easy too. You should work on that," she tells me. "If I were you I wouldn't worry though. I give it a week, maybe a little more, before your dad and team figures out where we are and comes to get you."

"You think they're coming to get me but you're not gonna move me or anything?"

"That's not up to me. It's just gonna suck for me when they do come for you. Honestly, I think the whole kidnapping you thing was completely idiotic but I can't exactly decline the order. That would have hurt." It's with that statement that I realize that we were only partially right about Demon. I don't think she was brainwashed by Sportsmaster. I just think that she's being forced. She was probably kidnapped by the Shadows or something. They can be cruel. She's probably been beaten into submission or, I glance back to her elbow, the drugs keep her under control.

(Time Skip)

I have not been allowed to leave the room that I woke up in, which turns out to be Demons room. I haven't been here for too long, as its just now the last hour of the 96 for Demon. It's a good thing too, she can hardly stand without falling over and whatever drug she's taking is not helping her. Her speech slurs whenever she speaks, and conversations are random and make no sense. Sportsmaster pulled her out of the room to go to the lab, whatever that means. The door creaks back open and Demon says nothing before dropping onto her stomach on her cot.

"You can sleep now," I ask. There's a muffled sound as she's got her face laying on her arms. I'll take that as a yes then. I try and keep quiet, so she can sleep but after a while I can't help but feeling bored and impatient. Where's Batman and the team? I stand and begin to pace back and forth across the tiny room. There's only a little space between the cots so I am careful not to accidently brush against Demon's or anything. The team, the League, Batman, they all are probably looking for me now. If I can trust what Demon's told me I've been here for somewhere around 41 hours. So Batman definitely knows I'm gone and KF has probably figured that out as well which means the Team will be involved whether Batman likes it or not.

The world shifts as I walk between the cots one last time. My back hits my cot, knocking the wind out of me for a second. Demon is above me, pinning my hands above my head as she glares down at me. I can feel that she's hovering, weight being distributed to her knees that are on either side of me, she's not putting any weight on me except to keep my hands pinned.

"You need to stop pacing," it comes out a sort of a growl, one she meant to be more intimidating than it was. I blink.

"You just pinned me to a bed because I was quietly walking back and forth?"

"It wasn't that quiet," she exclaims, "I could only hear your footsteps, meaning I can't focus on also listening for anyone else's. And I have to be able to hear people coming up the stairs alright? It's not a good thing if I can't be ready when that door opens. So, you need to sit your ass down and stop making noise so I can rest and hear shit alright?"

"Got it," I say quickly. She sighs and removes herself from me and my cot. She lays back down on her stomach, like nothing happened. I don't get off the cot again though. She seemed pretty serious about the whole having to hear people thing. How badly have they hurt this girl? It has to take a lot to make someone that afraid of not being ready for the door to open. Watching her form on the cot across from me I can see that her body is still tense, even resting she's ready to be given an order, or be attacked, to move. It takes a lot to make a kid into a Demon and I don't want to stick around long enough to be given the same treatment.