(A/N)- Wrath is a canon Bat-foe, and I mostly based my version off the one that appears in the 2005 The Batman cartoon. We'll just... kind of assume he got un-Joker-venomed somehow.

I mostly wrote this one for protective Starfire. Hell yeah that is my jam.

Disclaimer: I am getting hungry I should probably do something about that.

RobStar Week 2017, Day 6 - Anger

"Your sarcastic quips are getting old, kid," the man growled, circling around his captive, fingers itching with irritation. "This could be so much easier for you if you'd just tell me what I want to hear."

The villain bent at the waist, leaning down and placing one hand on the corner of the chair back Robin was tied to.

"I'll ask again," Wrath hissed. "Where… is… the Bat?" he demanded, punctuating each word for emphasis.

Robin lifted his head, glaring defiantly, even as his sides panted with effort for breath.

"Have you tried… Google Maps?" the boy's voice rasped.

Wrath pummeled him hard in the face, his hand leaping up.

Robin cried out softly, the blow punching through his cheek, ringing through his already-hurting head. Fresh dribbles of blood dripped from the Boy Wonder's split lip and leaking nose.

He hung his face, panting hard, the rough ropes digging into his arms with every motion.

"If he doesn't show up soon, I'm just gonna kill you and leave your corpse here for him to find," growled Wrath. "How about that?" he said, shooting a glare at his uncooperative prisoner.

Robin didn't respond, still dazed from the last punch. His lap blurred as he squinted, trying to concentrate through the ringing in his ears. He couldn't keep needling Wrath like this, as much as he needed to stall the villain.

C'mon Titans, he thought. Where are you?

"Surprised he hasn't turned up by now," Wrath was muttering. "Doesn't he have a tracking device on you or something?"

Robin couldn't help himself.

"Maybe… he doesn't think… you're important enough… to warrant his attention…" he coughed out.

Wrath snorted. "Oh, what? Kidnapping his little helper isn't enough?"

The teen gave a pained smirk. "Shoulda trashed his car…" he quipped. "Then he'd have time… for your petty hateboner…"

The villain's eyes flashed and his teeth bared. "That's it," he snarled, sliding his knife out of its sheath with a swift motion and stepping behind the chair. He yanked the ropes around Robin's crossed bound wrists even tighter, squeezing them, and eliciting a sharp groan from the Boy Wonder. Then he seized Robin's hair by the roots, jerking his head back, placing the blade at his tender neck. "You've squawked your last, baby bird," Wrath said ominously.

Robin grimaced, holding very still.

"You should've just kept your mouth shut."

The Boy Wonder shut his eyes tightly, but no slice came.

Only a loud explosion that burst through the far wall in a shocking ball of green, spraying brick and mortar, sending up a dustcloud.

Wrath startled, jumping back, the hand with his knife pulling away from Robin's neck, though the grip on his hair remained.

"What the—?" he sputtered.

Robin managed a faint grin. "You're… in trouble… now…" he gleefully wheezed out.

Wrath shoved his head back down, releasing him, peering into the clearing dust. His breath hitched when through the gray haze he saw two narrowed, glowing eyes, burning green like some kind of demon.

The witch, he thought at first, but now the dust had cleared enough to reveal that Raven was standing to the side. The angry demonic eyes belonged to the seething redhead beside her.

Starfire took in her beloved at a glance—the cuts and bruises on his face, his bleeding lip, how he just sort of hung limp in the ropes that bound him—and then pinned Wrath with a furious expression and let loose a guttural yell.

Right before hurling herself across the room at blinding speed.

"Oh shi—"

He didn't have time to even finish his curse. The Tamaranian warrior princess slammed into him with the force of a pallet of bricks, carrying him clear across the room and into the other wall. Wrath felt the breath leave him as his back smacked the hard concrete. He staggered to his feet, only to be met with a starbolt to his shoulder.

"You clorbag!" Starfire shrieked, hot starbolts sizzling around her hands, popping off as fast as she could throw them.

The villain ducked and dodged, throwing his arms up to shield himself. He grabbed a handful of flashbangs from his belt and tossed them at her.

Undeterred, Starfire blasted them and then hurled mighty punches at her opponent, the very air whooshing around her furious blows. Wrath had quick instincts and plenty of fighting experience, but he was no metahuman, and was soon battered around against walls and support beams like a pinball.

Crunching harshly into a stack of crates, Wrath stiffened and stayed down, groaning in pain.

An orange hand seized the front of his collar, yanked him up off his feet, held him there. Starfire drew back a starbolt threateningly, expression murderous.

"Starfire!" Raven called from across the room.

Starfire paused, her eyes pinching, limbs shaking. Slowly she turned her head.

Raven had freed Robin from the chair and was holding him up, his arm slung over her shoulder. He looked so pale and exhausted it nearly made her cry.

The empath shook her head.

"He's not worth it," she said. "Let him go."

A strained sound escaped her throat. Every inch of her, every instinct, was vibrating with a call for blood, for this man who had hurt her beloved to suffer as he had made Robin suffer. She wanted so badly just to end him.

But she controlled herself. This was not justice. Robin was alive, and that was all that mattered.

The glow faded from her eyes as she let out a shuddering exhale. Her limbs relaxed, Wrath's feet brushing the floor.

But Starfire was still pissed enough to toss him back onto the broken crates with an ungentle heft of her wrist.

CRUNCH!

"Aaahh…" the villain groaned, feeling sharp board edges under his aching back.

Starfire's eyes hardened into a glare and she clenched her fists. "You will consider yourself fortunate," she spat, "that I do not slay you where you stand."

"Yes ma'am…" he replied weakly, as she turned away from him, rushing across the room to Raven and Robin.

The Boy Wonder cracked a weary smile for her. "Hey Star…" he called, his voice weak.

She gave a cry, running up and cupping his face, taking him from Raven, who wordlessly let her hold him.

"Are you okay?" Starfire asked him, her voice wavering.

"You're so beautiful when you're mad," he said, nonsensically, looking at her with dopey adoration.

Starfire blinked and then glanced aside at Raven.

"I… think he got punched in the head a few times," the empath said. Raven waved her off. "You go ahead and take him home. We'll clean up here."

"It is just as well," Starfire grumbled, gathering Robin up into her arms, one arm around his back, one arm under his legs. "If I remained here much longer I do not think I would be able to resist the urge to strangle him," she told Raven, jutting her chin towards the crumpled Wrath.

"Know the feeling," Robin joked, as Starfire lifted him up and away from the warehouse storage room.