Warning: More torture.
Chapter 13
The hours quickly drain away and Batman realizes that soon it will be dawn. Needing to find Robin before then, Batman takes another quick look at the tracking device. Seeing that he is getting closer, the Dark Knight looks around the district he is now in.
Most of these building are so dilapidated that they should be torn down. Is Robin in one of these buildings?
Not wanting to remain on thoughts of what has happened to his partner, Batman takes another look at the homing beacon system. Finding that the system has located the building from which signal is coming from, Batman stops the Batmobile. Getting out of the vehicle, Batman takes one last look at the system before turning his attention to the building in question.
The building before him appears to be some kind of old warehouse. Long since forgotten, the building is slowly falling apart. Taking a grappling hook from his belt with cord, Batman throws it to the top of the building where is locks down on something. Climbing the side of the building, Batman reaches the roof.
Walking over to the nearest window, Batman stares down in a small room. His eyes quickly spot the only color in the room.
Robin's cape, shirt, and belt! But where is Robin?
……………….
Hearing a noise, Robin opens his eyes to look around the room. Watching Malory and Johnson walk over to him, Robin wonders what is going to happen now.
Hefting a bat in his hands, Malory smirks once at the trapped prisoner.
"Know what I'm going to do with this?" questions the thug.
"What?" asks Robin, waiting to see how else is tormentors will hurt him.
"This," replies Malory, before raising the bat and taking a swing at Robin's right knee.
Feeling the bat smash into his knee, Robin cries out his pain.
"Oh, now the little birdie only has one good knee," sneers Johnson, before the two men walk away.
Taking deep breathes, Robin tries to fight through the pain from his now destroyed knee. So focused on his new pain that Robin fails to hear the sound of someone new approaching.
"I see that they took out your knee," says Holdsworth calmly.
Focusing on the man before him, Robin says nothing in reply.
"I had hoped to break you," continues the criminal conversationally. "But I see that that isn't going to happen."
"Fuck you!" replies Robin as forcefully as he can.
Closing his eyes, Holdsworth just calmly shakes his head.
"I would have thought someone would have taught you manners," says Holdsworth disappointedly.
Opening his eyes once more, Holdsworth raises the blade in his hand for Robin to see it.
"It is time to end our game," says the killer before stepping forward and driving the knife into Robin's right side.
Breath catching, Robin can only moan at this new wound.
Jerking the blade from the wound, Holdsworth throws the blade to the side. Shoving his finger into the wound, he wiggles his finger around inside of Robin's side. Drawing his finger from the wound, Holdsworth watches at the blood flows freely from the newest cut. Raising his finger to Robin's face, he smears the blood on the boy's cheek.
"It would be such a waste to allow all this blood to do nothing more than fall to the ground," say Holdsworth before raising himself on tiptoes and pressing his mouth to the new wound.
Having no strength to stop him, Robin can only whimper as he feels the criminal draw on the wound. Feeling Holdsworth's tongue shove into the wound, a quiet moan escapes the boy's mouth.
"Stop," whispers Robin, finding he wants it all to end.
Just as Holdsworth lifts his mouth from Robin's side, the sound of smashing glass echoes throughout the large room. Raising his gaze to look beyond Holdsworth, Robin wonders if he is dreaming, fore standing straight and tall in the room only a few feet from him is Batman.
