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FudoTwin17: I wasn't talking to you! Oh, right, story. Guys, I'm really sorry. I have to do the last chapter from Robin's point of view on this, and I had to create an oc that didn't want to work with me. Really. I spent a lot of time figuring out how she works, so I hope you like her . . . to a point. Anyways, I still have to make a lot of oc's, so I'm sorry if the chapters are ever short, not updated quickly, or anything else that I can't help.

Goldfish # 1: Wow, that was a lot.

Cat: Yep. She doesn't own YJ.

Chapter 3

Robin shivered. The room was cold, dark, and just plain gloomy. He didn't like it at all. Plus, when he woke from his kidnapping, he found out he was in a dog crate. That did not make him happy at all. Well, he would be used to hanging out in a dog crate, but when he saw that the other kids, he felt positively furious. There were five of them.

The first was a ten year old girl, sobbing in the back of her cage. The second was a boy around fourteen, trying to work at the bars with a pocket knife. The third was a boy around sixteen, who was unsuccessfully trying to pick the crying girl's lock. The next one was a girl around fifteen, who was knocked out in the back of her cage. She had fallen after hitting her head too hard when ramming against the opening door of the cage.

They were just kids, but they were careful and trying to survive. It made him guilty when he thought about the body parts of the last victims. He tried to force himself to think about after the mission was over.

He would be eating pizza with Wally, teaching not so real words to Conner, talking with Kal, laughing with Megan, and placing a bucket of water on the top of Wally's door with Artemis. He sighed.

Is everyone connected? Kal asked.

I'm here. Kid said.

Same. Artemis.

Here. Definitely Conner.

He was just about to reply when a voice caught his attention, "Aren't you going to help us?"

It was the sixteen year old who was working on the little girl's bars. He was angrily picking, half-looking at Robin. The other boy had just started working on the little girls bars too. He acted shocked.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He acted like he was searching his pockets for something before coming up with a pocket knife. He go to work on her bars.

Robin? Asked Megan, a little fear in her voice.

Sorry, I'm here.

What's going on in there? Aqualad asked.

He looked around. He only wanted to give minor details. No need to distract them with things so unnecessarily important as this. At the moment the kidnappers are in their main room, discussing who they hunt first. We are being held in dog crates. I'm not exactly sure which part of the building it is.

Okay. Keep us updated. He stated.

Robin sighed. He ignored what they started talking about. He didn't care anyways. It was right then that it happened.

"Oh, yeah. A guy could get used to having a girl like you around." One of the kidnappers said, holding a girl close to him. She could have been anywhere from sixteen to twenty-five. He couldn't figure out which was closer.

They slipped into the room, him holding her close and her wildness bringing out something . . . abnormal. Every guy in the room stopped.

Robin couldn't figure out why, but after a moment of being unable to do anything, he managed to swing his arm up to go back to sawing at the little girl's bars. It seemed like his energy was drained. It was hard to do his work, but giving up? No, that was something that he didn't do.

He still watched them, though.

She pulled his head close, so she could reach him. Her lips had just brushed his when she let go and dusted off her hands. In confusion, Robin glanced at the man that she had originally been cuddling. His hands stayed stiff at his sides and his face was blank. What-

She sent him a chilling glare and he turned, walking into a corner and squeezing into it and piling stuff on top of him until he wasn't able to do it anymore. Robin turned to look at her, curious and somewhat hopeful.

Hopeful that she was on his side. He didn't want her on another side, especially if she was against him. That would spell trouble, lots of it.

Something's happening! I can't tell what, but-

She turned to him, and walked straight toward him. This was even worse.

She knelt down and got close to the bars. Her skin was perfectly smooth and toned evenly. Her eyebrows were arched perfectly. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue, as they weren't too dark or light, but just in between. Her lips were a lush pink and her small, yet not petite build was perfect for her. Golden locks fell a bit below her shoulders. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a tank top.

Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "I'm on your side, Dick. Oh, and tell the rest of your team that the girl is next. They've decided on her. The back." She placed a kiss on his check.

She withdrew quietly and crept away.

Once Robin started breathing again, he realized he couldn't think. His mind was foggy and he couldn't process his thoughts. And his check burned!

He blinked, finally coming back to the land of the living. Change of plans! We-

I'm good. He said.

What happened? KF asked, worried.

A slight complication. Go with the normal plan. One of the thugs is about to release a girl using the back entrance. He shifted uncomfortably. This was pretty bad.

Of course, she was telling the truth. A thug had just walked in. this was going to be interesting.

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FudoTwin17: That sounded kinda stalker-ish.