Metal Pipes

Imagine being kidnapped
And Red Robin is
There to comfort you

You are both 16

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So maybe it was the voice that woke you from your unconscious state, but it also could've been the endless aching in your body that repeatedly struck you like lightning. Either way, something woke you up.

Your sore eyelids lifted, revealing the hell you were currently living; a basement-like room, your hands in cuffs that were chained to the wall, and the window in the concrete wall that lied adjacent to you, boards covering it that allowed little light to leak through.

At first, you didn't realize the panic you should've been in, but then reality sunk in and it dawned on you that you had been kidnapped. At first, you had tried moving your hands, but this was useless. The chains rattled and the cuffs rubbed uncomfortably against your skin as you struggled against the bonds.

Then that's when you had heard the same voice from when you were unconscious. It was calm, yet quiet, and barely heard from over the sounds of the chains.

"Hey, shhh." your head flipped in the direction in immediate panic but soon calmed upon seein a well-known hero in Gotham, Red Robin. Your hysteria began to ease as he in a cooling voice said, "Its okay. Calm down. Breath."

You focused on reducing your breathing before you had a panic attack then looked over at the hero; his hands were as well cuffed and chained. He looked a bit more battered; his mask was tattered on one side, a bruise forming around his eye along with a few cuts on his face, and visible bleeding wounds from beneath his clothes. He noticed your frightened gaze and smiled, "Its okay, we'll get out of this." You took in a sharp inhale and let it out shakily. "What's your name?" he asked making you look over at the vigilante.

"(Y/n), " you croaked out. You wondered how long you had been knocked out. Red Robin nodded, his head then craned as he sighed. "Where are we?" your eyes wondered around the room frantically. Not being familiar with your surroundings rose your anxiety.

"No idea, but do you hear that?" There were bells singing from above and a soft ring of music form behind the noise. You nodded. "My guess is we're in that church off of 36th Street."

All the noise in the room suddenly stopped until he spoke up again, "What is the last thing you remember?"

"I was just at home, " you hung your head low, "I don't know how whoever this is got in."

"Hey, don't worry, " he groaned, making an attempt to sit up straighter, "because if it makes you feel any better, I just broke out of these cuffs."

Your head shot up and looked at his hands that were now free. He waved at you in a joking way then spoke, "Your turn."

You scooted as close to the vigilante as possible so he wouldn't have to move a whole lot. He weakly crawled over to you and picked at the lock on the cuffs.

Then the things that once bounded your wrist together no longer did. You rubbed the irritated skin that began to bruise then looked at the hero. "Thank you," you mumbled shyly.

He gave you a weak smile then began to cough. Before you could make sure he was okay, the sound of footsteps thundered from above. Your eyes flickered with fear as you looked at Red Robin. He to staring at you, masked eyes wide. "(Y/n)," he whispered quietly, "hide!"

The closest thing you saw to a safe place was the table you shad just noticed; you ran over and ducked underneath it. Just then the door burst open and in walked a man in a green suit.

Red Robin smirked up at the man, still visibly weak and not able to fight back, "Miss me, Nygma?" The man kicked the hero in his gut making him grunt in pain.

"You think you're so smart just because you can get out of a pair of cuffs, ha!" The man you now knew as the Riddler, crouched down to Red Robin's level, "You're dumber than you look."

You knew you had to do something now that Riddler was distracted or else not only would your hiding place most likely be compromised, but the hero that laid weakly on the ground would eventually be hurt to a point where pain wouldn't be tolerable. Next to you was a metal pipe; an idea popped into your head. You slowly crawled out from where you were, quietly grabbed the pipe, and slowly crept behind the villain as he stood back to his feet. Red Robin's eyes flickered to you for a split second then back up to the man that loomed over him.

"Hey, Riddler," Red Robin called out.

"Don't waste my time, imbecile," he kicked him again earning another groan, "It's much more valued than yours."

  Red Robin spit out more blood from his mouth, "No, I promise; this one's good."

Riddler crossed his arms behind his back and became interested in what the bird had to say, "Very well; continue."

"What's tall and green and stupid enough to forget about a second hostage?"

Riddler put his finger at the corner of his mouth, seeming to actually think about it for a little bit, before letting his hand fall to his side then turned around realizing his mistake, "What the hell--"

You prepared the pipe as a baseball player would then once he was in the perfect position, you swung, knocking him out insistently.

Red Robin chuckled, leaning over on his side, then used one of his arms to help him into a sitting position. "Nice swing!" he commented.

You smiled walking up to him before extending a hand out, "I've had practice." He smirked accepting your help and gripping onto your hand. You helped him to his feet carefully and it had seemed to take him a while to regain his balance, but nonetheless stood up close to how normal would look.

"C'mon let's get you and Kermit out of here." You laughed at the nickname he had given the villain and proceeded through the door, Red Robin trailing behind you with Riddler swung over his shoulder.

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It's four in the morning and I just realized its Thanksgiving over here. What the hell am I doing with my life😂

Anyways... I LOVE YOU ALL❤️❤️

Thank you all for everything you guys do❤️ and don't be afraid to message me if you need to talk❤️

-Nightingale💙

Ps: I'm getting sleepy so sorry if my editing was bad😂