you're the next victim part 2, the grabber succeeds in taking you

tw: pedophilic behavior, no acting on it (it's the grabber, nobody's surprised)

you looked around as your vision blurred. everything was dark, only little light trickling in through a small window. you sat up, your whole body aching. you looked around, blinking repeatedly to try a figure out where you were. "robin..?" you murmured when you saw a figure standing in front of you.

"i'm afraid not, your friend isn't here." the person said, and you blinked again. he definitely wasn't robin, a mask covered his face and you cringed. it was the man who had attacked you.

"where is he?" you growled, and the man laughed.

"so aggressive, calm down, your friend is fine. probably." he hummed. you stood up, balling your hands into fists. "you should be more worried about yourself." he added. everything about this man creeped you out, and you wanted to be as far away from him as you possibly could be.

"let me go, or i'll fuck you up!" you growled, trying to exhibit the same intimidation that robin usually carried. he laughed heartily at you.

"yeah, okay, sure." he walked out the room, and you rushed him. you threw a punch at his back, and he grunted. he turned slowly to look at you, you took a step back. "i'll let you off with a warning. you do that again, and you'll regret it." he kneeled to your level, and his eyes bore into yours through his mask. "maybe i'll let you live if you're a good boy." he hummed. you felt nauseous. you wanted to run. his smiling mask made you shudder when he spoke those words. you hated this.

he left the room, shutting the large metal door with a boom. he locked it, as you could hear. you stood in shock, and you felt nothing but discomfort. you made your way to the mattress on the floor, and you sat down on it, holding your knees to your chest. you could feel the tightening in your throat, the wall in your head holding your tears back. you tried to think of what robin would do in this situation. robin wouldn't take that man's shit. he would've beat the ever loving shit out of him. the wall in your brain split, and the tears flooded your eyes, and down your face. robin wasn't with you, nobody was. you were alone and you didn't know what to do.

the next day arrived agonizingly slow. the man visited you again, giving you some scrambled eggs that almost looked slightly undercooked. he kicked the tray towards you when you snapped at him. he told you that if you didn't start being good, he would punish you. the way he had said "punish" was horribly dreadful. it made you feel sick, yet again. his voice made you cringe, his gestures made you uncomfortable, and his eyes made you terrified. he looked at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"be a good boy and i'll give you a treat."

you ran out of tears eventually, and so you sat on the mattress and stared at the door. you were afraid that if you looked away from it for a second, he would appear. you became restless, paranoid the longer you were trapped. you planned out every scenario for when he showed up, every action and every outcome. you had too much time in your mind.

one piece that never left your mind was robin. you had dreamt the previous night that he would come to your rescue, but the longer you were down there, the less you believed it would happen. the possibilities drove you crazy. was robin looking for you? did he care enough to look for you? did he forget about you?

you knew deep down that he was coming. he never forgot things.

another day passed. a day filled with looming dread. you spent all your time biting your nails, picking your skin, pulling your hair, anything to relieve the growing stress. you got about two meals a day, all consisting of soda and eggs. you hated eggs at this point, and you hated the soda he gave you.

you flinched when you heard the door being unlocked. you backed up into your mattress and went limp, pretending to sleep. the door opened with a horrible screeching sound. you heard him sigh in disappointment.

"sit up, come on, no point in faking it." he said, and you slowly opened your eyes, sitting up. "you're in big trouble, mister..." he growled. only then did you notice his mask shown a frown. "i don't know how you did it, but i don't care enough to let you get out of this..." he pulled out an axe from behind his back, and he swung it a bit with a flourish. "such a bad boy..." he grumbled, and you stood up, panic rushing through you. he lunged at you, and you bolted out of the way. he brandished his axe tighter, and swung, but you ducked away.

"down here!" you heard an authoritative voice shout from outside the basement. the man didn't hesitate to swing the axe at you again. halfway through his swing, you heard a gun shot, and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for impact. nothing came. opening your eyes slightly, you saw two police officers wielding guns, pointed to the man who had fallen to the floor. you stared with wide eyes, and the tears came back. you covered your mouth with your trembling hand, holding back a sob. you were relieved to see that someone was there to help you, but you still couldn't handle the shock of it all. a figure came running down the stairs, to the door, and halted at the door frame. you focused your vision to the figure, and adrenaline rushed through you.

"hey! get back here- you can't be down there!" a voice called from upstairs. you saw another officer following the figure — robin.

robin ignored the officers that were beckoning him up the stairs, threatening to force him out of the house. he stared back at you, eyes filled with so many swirling emotions. you took a step forward, and he followed suit, before he shut his eyes tight, gritting his teeth as he ran to you. he grabbed you into a crushing embrace, knocking the breath out of you. your arms immediately enveloped him in return.

"oh my god, y/n, you're alive!" robin whisper-yelled. he was trying in all his power to not cry. "i knew you would make it, i knew it..." he mumbled, squeezing you tighter. an officer pulled him away from you, and you could see the tears in his eyes now.

"come on, let's get you kids home." another officer said, patting your shoulder. you flinched away from the touch, and you received a couple shocked looks from some of the people around you. even robin seemed a little shocked.

everyone left the house, both you and robin were bundled in blankets and waited together for the officers to get done with their business. you huddled in the blanket, keeping it close. you hadn't had this warmth for the past few days, and it was almost bliss to finally relax. you were still on edge slightly, though.

"are you okay?" robin asked, looking at you. you looked back at him, and nodded. he frowned. "i saw you jump earlier." he leaned closer to you. "what...what happened?" he asked quietly. you shook your head a bit.

"nothing. just spooked, you know?" you answered. your eyes welled up in tears for a moment, recalling the events prior. robin slipped his arm out from his blanket, gently touching your shoulder. you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. he paused a moment, before his arm wrapped around your back. he pulled you into a softer embrace, one of his hands running through your hair. you sobbed lightly, burying your face into his shoulder. he played gently with your hair and rubbing small circles on your back, letting you cry.

"y/n?" he hummed, and you pulled away, looking into his eyes. "i love you..." he whispered, touching your cheek lightly. you sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut as you processed his words.

"i love you too..." you mumbled in return. he smiled, and you locked eyes with him again. the gap between you two closed into a soft kiss, filled with so many emotions. this felt like a dream to the both of you, finally close again to each other. once you separated, you collapsed back into his embrace, feeling safe after so long of being in constant fear.