If someone told me a few months ago that I would be tied up in an old office, worrying my ass off over an 11-year-old, I would've laughed in their face. Yet, here I was, desperately tugging in my restraints, doing everything I could to get free and save Jason.

I wasn't having much luck.

The only progress I'd made was cutting my wrists open trying to wrangle myself out of the rope. Not that it bothered me anyway. I was way too pumped on adrenaline.

Since that first scream, there had been three more screams. Each more pained and heartbreaking than the last one.

I tugged harder and felt something in my right wrist pop. I knew that would really hurt in a few minutes.

Then my hand scraped against something sharp. A screw stinging out from the pipe. It wasn't more than a millimetre or two, but it would easily be enough to cut the rope.

I began to saw at the rope, feeling the fibres slowly but surely break.

There was another scream.

I was already halfway through the rope.

Suddenly the rope tore, releasing me.

I rubbed my wrists, quickly assessing the damage. My right wrist was dislocated, but I easily popped it back into place. The wounds around my wrists were starting to sting a bit but didn't really have any effect on my ability to fight. And fight was exactly what was going to do.

I knocked on the door. The man outside was obviously surprised and swung the door open, gun ready.

I kicked him in the kneecap, making his leg bend the wrong way, and followed up with a knee to his chin.

The man fell to the ground, unconscious. I picked up his gun and considered shooting him, but that would make too much noise.

Instead, I pressed a foot down on his throat. Hard. I didn't stop until I heard a crack. That was one problem dealt with.

I looked around. I was in a long empty corridor, with a few doors evenly spaced out. I wasn't 100% sure which way was the right one, but I was fairly certain it was left.

I checked the gun I'd taken. It was almost fully loaded, and the safety was off. Good.

I started sprinting down the corridor and was thankful when I didn't come across any junctions, only turns. As I moved, I began to hear voices. Specifically Harvey's and Jason's. This had been the right way then.

I soon recognized where I was, and slowed down until my footsteps we're barely audible. I stopped just one turn before the door I knew Jason was behind. I carefully peaked around the corner. There were two men guarding the door. I didn't want to waste my element of surprise yet, so just shooting them wasn't an option.

I looked to the floor for something to throw and saw a loose price of cement from one of the walls. I picked it up, weighed it in my hand for a moment, before throwing it.

The sound caught the guards' attention and they moved to check.

As soon as I saw the first guard come around the corner I kicked his head into the wall and he crumbled to the floor.

The second guy raised his gun at me, but I ducked and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, wheezing for air, and I forced the gun out of his grasp.

With the two guards down, I listened for any approaching footsteps, in case I'd somehow been too loud, but the voices behind the door continued as earlier.

I gave the guards the same treatment as the previous guy.

With that over and done with, I snuck up to the door and opened it just an inch. There were three more guards inside, and then there was Harvey himself. All were armed and probably wouldn't hesitate to kill me.

Of course, Jason was there too, still tied to the chair, but there was a concerning amount of a dark liquid pooled on the floor underneath him.

I took a moment to consider my options. Either I just shot up the place, a sure and quick way to save Jason, or I could be sneaky about it and maybe lure the guards away like I did before.

My decision was made for me when Jasin cried out in pain.

I kicked the door open and opened fire at the closest guard, making sure at least one of the bullets found his head. I turned my gun on the next guard and hit him four times in the chest. He fell to the floor, gargling blood.

The third guy fired his gun in my direction but missed. I didn't return the favour. I never missed.

I turned to Harvey. He was reaching for the gun on the table.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Who knows, my finger might slip" I growled.

Harvey drew his hand back with a sneer but was smart enough to understand what a bullet would do to his skull.

"Leave!" I commanded.

I wasn't an idiot. If I killed Harvey I would just place a target on myself as Robin. No, the best option was to let him go.

Harvey hesitated. He obviously wasn't fond of taking orders but seemed to value his life more than his pride as he almost ran out the door once I fired a shot right by his feet.

Once I was sure he was gone I dropped the gun and sprinted over to Jason.

Jason was barely conscious, struggling to lift his head. From just a quick look I saw a cut across Jason's collarbone and several dark stains of blood on his hoodie.

"Jason! Can you hear me?"

Jason groaned and clenched his jaw. He was in a lot of pain.

"Okay, listen. We don't have much time. Harvey is probably getting reinforcement as we speak, so we have to get out fast. Can you do that for me?"

Jason nodded.

"Do you still have your knife?" I asked.

Another nod.

I reached into his pocket and drew out the blade I'd given him. I used it to cut the rope, and with nothing holding him up, Jason collapsed against me.

I put his arm around my shoulder and began making my way to the door. I picked up one of the dead guards' guns on the way, not really wanting to find myself unarmed against Harvey's men again.

Jason did his best to walk, but I was still carrying most of his weight, and as we walked through more and more corridors he became heavier and heavier. We hadn't seen anyone yet, so that was something.

Then suddenly as we turned yet another corner a breeze of fresh air hit us. The open front door was right there.

"Jason, look!"

Jason lifted his head, and the tiniest hint of a smile graced his face.

I quickened the pace wanting to leave this place as soon as possible. Then we were out in the open. The moonlight shone down on us, reflecting in the blood covering both Jason and I.

"Were out, Jason." I grinned.

Bang

A gunshot...