Your Shining Light
By Robin Gurl
Chapter 4

(A little…ok a lot of Robin torture in this chapter! A chapter from Robin’s POV was requested so here it is! :D Remember the little guy is only 9. xD lol)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea. xD

“Take his utility belt then throw him in the cell.”

Yeh, these guys were definitely not like the ones in Gotham. They were smart. I always thought that the Gotham Villians were silly because they never took our belts but kept wondering how we got out of their traps all the time.

Although, I’ll never tell Batman this but I think Cat Woman let us keep our belts on purpose. She’s never really hurt us, she’s just caused Batman some headaches. I think he likes her a bit but he keeps saying he doesn’t. Mom’s face used to turn red whenever Dad would give her flowers, when I asked her why she just told me because she loved my father- well Batman turns red the same way she did when ever Catwoman is around. So does that mean he loves her too?

The big monkey’s grip on my arms hurt a lot. He was just holding me up in the air by my wrists. Whenever I would make a noise he’d jolt me. The jolting hurt a ton. It felt like my wrists were going to fly off.

Usually the bad guys were too scared to hurt me, only twice has there been actual damage done. The first time was the Riddler ‘cause he was new and thought it was a good idea to kidnap me and the second time was the Penguin ‘cause well, I think he’s just dumb anyway. But Batman beats the crap out of anyone who hurts me so no one tries…until now.

“Grodd, don’t make it where he can’t take care of himself.” Someone else broke through.

“Grodd” grunted and relaxed his grip slightly where it didn’t feel like my wrist was going to break. He still held me far away like I was the plague or something.

“He’s a tiny one isn’t he?” I turned my head to see Cheetah looking at me, “nothing more than a kitten. Bats should have no problem in giving us the money for the runt.”

“HEY!” I suddenly shouted with frustration. “I’m nine years old! Who are you calling a runt?”

“Watch your mouth Boy Blunder.” The other woman, Giant something or other, said. “Well what are we waiting for? Grab the darned belt and throw him in the cell so we can go get on with things!”

I cowered and tried to keep my eyes open as Grodd started to reach for my belt. His grip on my wrists tightened and I actually let out a cry of pain. I felt tears forming in my eyes as my wrist got turned in a way it wasn’t supposed to, I couldn’t let them see me cry. I bit my lip to hold in my cries and tried not think of my wrists, instead of why it took so long for the belt to come off. I looked down and saw the dumb monkey couldn’t find the buckle. I then heard a groan come from Giant Woman and she reached over and gave my belt one good yank and it came off.

These bad guys might be stronger but I’m not so sure anymore that they are smarter. His grip relaxed again on my wrists and I relaxed slightly too. “Come on little birdy, let’s find a nice little cage for you until your daddy can bring the loot.” Cheetah led Grodd down the dark halls with me still hanging in the air, dangling like a puppet. I heard a clanging and the sound of metal running against concrete.

Before I knew it, I was air borne. I landed hard on my side, scraping my knees and elbows on the rough floor. I sat up slightly and saw the two idiots in front of me were laughing. “Poor wittle, Robin. Did you skin your knee?” Cheetah then hissed at me before following Grodd out.

Whatever light there was in here disappeared when the door slammed shut, I tried to sit up but fell back when I felt a sharp pain run through my right wrist. Hissing and fighting a few tears back I used my other hand to sit up then examined my hurt wrist. Batman had taught me how to find a fracture or break a few months ago, I ran my fingers up my wrist and arm and felt nothing. I sighed in relief, maybe it was just sore.

Pulling my knees to my chest, I lay my head down on it and tried not to focus on the fact that it was pitch dark in here. It’s something no one except, Alfred, Bruce and Superman know about me, I’m terrified of the dark. I have been since I was real little and one of the clowns told me a story about a monster that comes to grab little boys in the dark while they are sleeping. Bruce has told me many times (just like my parents) that it wasn’t true. I took a deep breath and tried to forget the fact that I was stuck in here until Batman saved me.

I felt something wet on my cheek, it kept running down, it wasn’t until I reached up to wipe it away that I realized I was crying. How embarrassing! My heart started to beat faster and I tried to see my hand in front of my face with no such luck. Taking another deep breath, I pulled myself to my feet and started to try and find the door to this “cage”. My knees and elbows hurt so badly, I could smell the blood that was oozing from them. I needed to clean them before they got me infected but I had nothing with me except my costume. Reaching out in front of me I heard Batman’s voice in my head, “No matter what the situation there is always a way out.” My hands brushed something slick but hard, I went back and realized it was the door. His voice continued giving me a little comfort, “Dicky, you need to be resourceful when fighting crime. Just because they have your utility belt doesn’t mean you’re down!” He was right of course and I found myself using my cape to rub against my wounds. Keeping my sore hand at my side, I ran the satin cloth onto my elbow and hissed in pain as the dirt was rubbed out. A few minutes later I was finished and felt like I had done something right for the first time since I had been kidnapped.

Using my good hand I felt around the metal door and found no lock to pick or even where the two met. Frustrated I dropped to the ground and curled up against the door hoping Batman would get here soon.

End Part 4