Jason wasn't certain how long he had been under the cold spray of water when the giant of a Russian man finally pulled him out and sat him on a bench in what looked like a locker room. Jason began shivering like he had just come out of a blizzard, and he ground his teeth against how bad that made his injuries hurt.

The Russian's gaze ran over him, and Jason noticed for the first time that the man had blue eyes and blond hair. Jason didn't try to move from the bench, just continued to sit there and shiver, maybe he would have if he was still actually Robin and not just Jason in an expired Robin costume. The Russian shook his head, and carefully moved to the side of the room where a shelf held dozens of large white fluffy towels.

The cautious way the Russian didn't quite let Jason out of his sight made him curious. Normal people weren't so distrusting of anyone dressed up in a Hero costume. Jason might have had more interest in the fact if he were in a better physical and mental state. At the moment he was too much of a wreck to care what side of the villain\Hero field he played on, at the moment the man seemed like an amazing hero.

Jason held still as the man threw a single giant towel over his head. The thing was bigger than the fancy beach towels they sold in Hawaii and was softer than down feathers. The Russian made a clucking sound, and as he moved to the door, said, "I shall find you some clothes."

When the Russian disappeared, Jason took hold of the towel and wrapped it around his body to help trap his body heat. Did this building not have a hot water heater? Jason was surprised by his lack of will, he didn't have the will to figure out who the Russian was, and he didn't even have the will to attempt to leave. Even Dick had admitted what an amazing escape artist he had always been, and yet…

The Russian returned to the room, and he appeared almost surprised to find Jason still sitting there. He held up the pair of sweats in his hands, and set them down next to him on the bench, before strolling out of the room.

Jason gladly pulled off the tattered remains of his expired Robin suite; he used the towel to dry of his goose covered flesh. It was difficult working around the handcuff, which were surprisingly light weight considering how strong they were, maybe they weren't made of iron. The sweats where huge, after Jason tied the sweats off at his waist it took sixes rolls before he could actually see his feet. There was a button up T-shirt underneath that looked like a circus tent, but it was warmer than his own skin. The short sleeves came all the way down to his wrists and the ends of the shirt lapels went passed his knees, he only bothered to do six of the dozen buttons.

He was just trying to towel dry his hair, which had grown quite a bit longer since his last serious haircut and was beginning to fall in his eyes, when the Russian came back in. The Russian once again seemed surprised when he saw I was still present and asked, "Are you not going to attempt to escape?"

Jason shrugged and said in a scratchy voice, "I don't have anywhere to escape to."

Jason clamped his mouth shut; he couldn't believe he had actually admitted to something that made him so vulnerable without even knowing the man's name. The Russian raised an eyebrow and asked, "Will your family not be worried for your safety?"

Jason let out a snort that hurt his ribs and just shook his head, he wasn't exactly an orphan, but that didn't mean his mom was the type to help her kid out of trouble, even if you could track the woman down, which Jason never had been good at doing. The Russian made that clucking sound again, then, thankfully change the subject, "You are hungry, yes?"

That was an understatement, Jason was ravenous, but he didn't know how he was supposed to act around the Russian. With Batman, any sign of weakness was practically a crime, he never told batman when he was hurt, or when he was hungry. Dick likes to make anything personal into a joke, which was decidedly worse than Batman's reaction. Both were better than his mother's reaction, which was to avoid all possible interactions with anyone who has a personal connection with the woman. The only one he had ever been able to tell personal stuff to was Alfred, but that was only when he was still Robin or Master Wayne, Jason wasn't worthy of Alfred's attention.

The Russian crossed his arms, and Jason realized the action for what it was, a defensive maneuver, one he had used himself thousands of times with both Dick and Batman. Jason didn't realize that the Russian had actually been expecting an answer till his stomach growled. Jason was blown away when the Russian actually smiled, and let out a hoot of laughter. He patted me on the back, as though I was his best pal and said, "Right, let's get some food in you."

The Russian kept his hand on Jason's shoulder as he guided him out of the shower room and into a long and bright hallway. Jason was surprised, partially by the Russian's gentle touch and even more so to his reaction to it. He could feel the heat of a blush on his cheeks as the man lead him down the hallway.

The roar of voices reached Jason's ears before they actually emerged from the brightly lit hallway to what appeared to be a dining hall. The dining hall suddenly fell silent as dozen of sets of eyes fell on Jason. Jason was on the slight side, but he had never felt so small before. Everything in the dinning hall looked like he had been made to fit the giants who were eating in it. The Russian, who's hand tightened around his shoulder to hold him in place, was at least a foot taller and wider than Jason and the rest of the inhabitants made him look small, even batman would look short and scrawny next to these men.

Jason felt like he had stepped into a fairy tale, not only were all the men in the room large, but they all looked like they had been taking out of a medieval Viking painting. One of the men, who had the largest beard, all of which was a natural red, stood and gently placed his mug of beer on the table before. Jason could tell by a single glance that the man was barely restraining his rage, and that only lasted a moment before the giant man called out ," Навіщо ви, що бігти заражених собак в нашому залі!"

Jason instantly translated the man's Russian slur, 'Why did you bring that flee infested dog into our hall' and responded with, "Принаймні, цей собака зубами, мудак." Which loosely translated to 'At least this dog has teeth, asshole' admittedly not Jason's smartest move, insulting a complete stranger, three times his size in his native tongue.

Several of the men in the room went pale, the Russian's hand tightened almost painfully on his shoulder, and he asked in a low voice, "You know Russian Insult?

Jason felt slightly insulted, sure batman liked people thinking less of him, but who couldn't speak a little Russian. When Jason glanced back to see a piercing blue gaze, and Jason's shoulder's tensed subconsciously and he said simply, "All the best Mechanics speak Russian."

The Russian blinked his big eyes and several of the large men laughed, although I didn't think I had said anything intentionally funny. One man with hair the color of snow stood up and asked, "How did an American Boy learn to speak Russian?"

Jason didn't think the man's posture was very threatening, but when all eyes turned to hear his response he couldn't help but blush. He had learned Russian like he learned most languages, Playing Online games. The men around him misinterpreted his blush, and began cheering the joys of intercourse, which made Jason blush harder because although he wasn't a Virgin, he wasn't that experienced, nowhere near that experienced.

The white hair man smiled and said, "Perhaps the lad can teach my boy, Alek a thing or two."

The Russian tensed and Jason herd him growl under his breath. It took a moment for Jason to put two and two together, so the boy Russian was called Alek. The men began to cheer and Alek put some pressure on Jason's shoulder, steering him through the room filled with rowdy men to the doorway on the other side that led to a kitchen that rivaled Wayne Mansion.

When Jason caught sent of what was actually stewing in the kitchen, his mouth began to water and if it hadn't been for Alek's hand on his shoulder he would have sped into hyper eat mode. The man behind the counter stirring different pots was surprisingly normal. He was a very… round, shorter even then Jason and a lot wider. His bald head glistened in the artificial light, but for all his flaws his eyes where warmer than amber as he turned his gaze on the younger men.

Alek kept a hold on Jason's shoulder as he asked the man, "What's on the menu today?"

The man's smile was dark and lecherous as he gazed at Jason with appreciation, and Alek's grip tightened slightly, as the other man said, "Meat stew."

Jason's stomach growled, and the man's eye glinted with appreciation as he asked, "What have you been doing to make such a gorgeous boy so ravenous."

Jason's eyes widened in shock as he realized that the round man was one of those, Alek's grip was almost bruising as he took one of the bowls the man offered and handed it to his companion before taking the other in his hands, obviously preventing the round man to get a chance to touch Jason, although Jason wasn't certain whether or not he appreciated the help. After getting their bowls Alek led Jason away from the dining hall and up a set of back stairs that led to another hallway. Alek pushed the third door on the left open with his knee and said, "It is not much"

Jason might not have had superhuman senses, but that didn't mean he didn't have any senses, so he immediately knew that the room was where Alek spent his time, it had his same sent, which was intoxicating. In the first part of the room was a large lack leather couch that faced a small TV surrounded by book shelves, beyond that on a slightly higher landing was a huge bed and dresser. Alek had dropped his hand away from Jason's shoulder so Jason took several steps into the room and ran the hand not holding his soup bowl over the genuine leather with an appreciative whistle. It wasn't too difficult to move around with the handcuffs.

If it hadn't been Alek, the man who had just saved him from a dungeon cell, then Jason would have been green with envy. The Batman had paid for his entrance into boarding school and allowed him a room in the Manor during the summer, but nothing had ever been his. Alek had a bedroom full of furniture and belonging, all of which were so obviously personal. He had read all those books, he had watched that TV, he had slept on that bed and sat on that couch. Jason had never felt so lonely, he had no place to call his own.

Alek must have recognize the panic in Jason's eye because he stepped forward from the closed doorway and gently pulled Jason down to couch. Jason barely kept his soup in his bowel as he came to sit next to Alek on the couch. Alek grabbed a remote and turned it to a news channel, and was relieved when the desperate panic left Jason's face, even if it was replaced with surprise. He stared at the TV for a minute, so surprised that he almost forgot about his soup, as he asked in a high voice, "It's the fifteenth?"

Alek nodded and was surprised by the look of horror on Jason's face as he said in a loud voice, "Five days, that has to be my new record."

Alek froze mid sip of soup and asked calmly, "Do you get locked away often?"

Jason wrinkled his nose around his bowl of soup, which was almost empty now, and asked, "Define often and locked away?"

Alek couldn't stop his eyes from widening at that response, which only made Jason laugh and said, "I've been locked up on plenty of occasions, although obviously I've never been locked up, without food or water, for five days. I've never legally locked up either."

Jason looked down at his empty bowl with disappointment and Alek, taking pity on the obviously hungry boy gestured to a cabinet by the bookcase and said, "There is junk food in there if you…"

He had barely spoke when his companion launched at the cabinet with surprising speed. By the time he thought to finish his sentence Jason had already grabbed two bags of potato chips and sat back down in the same spot next to him on the couch. For the first time Alek realized he didn't even know his companion by name, so he asked over his bowl of soup, "So do I call you Robin, or Robbie?"

His companion nearly choked on one of the handfuls of chips he had thrown in his mouth, then said in a horrified voice, "God no, just call me Jason."

Jason shook his head and shuddered as he mouthed the name Robbie with a horrified shudder, before continuing eating from his two bags of chips. Alek was surprised and slightly intrigued by the man's distaste over the nickname. He felt his curiosity piqued, and for the first time he found himself actually looking at Jason.

Jason was small, not unnaturally so for a human, but it was obvious to Alek that his companion could never be considered average or normal. While he was small, every inch of him seemed to be covered in well trained muscles; he could tell that by the way he moved. Alek was surprised by the urge to run his hands over all those muscles. Jason didn't even realize what his lethal body was doing to him, he just kept on eating away. Jason suddenly stopped throwing food into his mouth; he paused to swallow the last of the chips in his mouth. His gaze was on the medal bands on his wrists as he asked, "Am I suppose to be your prisoner?"

Alek winced, and wondered silently if it was wrong that that simple fraise sent his imagination into overdrive. Alek was just getting his suddenly present imagination under control when Jason smiled and said, "You've got to be the best looking captor I've ever had."