Prologue
"The purple one over there. My dear little Robin over there."
The rope burned as I was dragged to a corner. The hands were cold and unforgiving. I was tossed on my stomach. I looked over to Robin. His mask was cut off, showing his sapphire blue eyes. His face was scratched, his eyes were both bruised considerably, and his lip was busted. All for me.
"I'm so sorry Robin." I cried, staring at him. He stared at me, not moving his lips. As my eyes ventured up, I realized why. There was a gun to his head.
So, this is the infamous sequel to TBTH. There will be more depth in the plot and less fluff, as a disclaimer. It gets serious. Review and Favorite. Grammar Nazis and Flamers welcome.