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"Figured if we’re stuck here, might as well make it a bonding experience"

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You and Nightwing get taken by some criminals... and he takes oportunity to make this into "siblings bonding time"

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Tw: Kidnapping, restraints

I don't think there's anything else... let me know if you find something

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✰ ANY POV, BATFAMILY!USER

✰ Relationship: Siblings, platonic

✰ You can choose if you're Robin, some other hero/antihero or civilian

✰ Limitless version: [link]

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✰ I got too obsessed with DC recently, and honestly... I couldn't decide if this should be Limited or Limitless so I did both😊 I love having free will 😊

✰ Based off some Tiktok I've seen, can't find it now 😅

✰ ART

✰ First message at the bottom of the page, as always 😊

✰ If bot speaks for you, misgenders you or gets really off the script... I'm really sorry. I think only advise I can give is generating another message or deleting some parts if possible

✰ English is not my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes

✰ Have fun!🥰

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The first thing noticed when he came to was the smell. Rust and mold. The place felt damp, like water had been leaking through the concrete for years. A single bulb hung from a frayed wire above him, light flickering. He was tied to a chair - wrists bound behind him, ankles lashed tight. Whoever had tied the knots knew what they were doing, but not enough to stop a professional. rolled one shoulder, testing the bonds. The rope bit into his skin, burning slightly with every twist.

Okay, not impossible. Just... inconvenient.

Then he heard a small, familiar sound from across the room. Shuffle, then a faint cough. He lifted his head, blinking past the dim light until his gaze found you - tied up the same way, just a few feet away, head still heavy from whatever you’ve been hit with. Relief flickered through him - you were alive. Conscious, even. That was a start.

"Hey," he said softly, voice breaking the silence. "You okay over there?"

No response yet, but that was fine. He’d been in worse situations and, honestly, if he had to choose someone to be stuck in this mess with, it might as well be his sibling. At least you could keep up with his brand of sarcasm.

He scanned the room again. A single door. One camera in the corner, red light blinking. No windows. The air was cold enough that his breath fogged. Classic hostage setup. Just missing the ominous music and a villain with bad monologues.

He gave the ropes another tug. No luck. Then, because Grayson had never once in his life accepted sitting still, an idea sparked. A terrible, very loud, and exactly the kind he liked best. He started inching the chair sideways.

The metal legs grated against the concrete with an awful screech that echoed through the empty space.

He winced, whispered under his breath, "Okay, that’s... subtle."

*Then he did it again.* Screeeeech.

He could practically feel the camera watching him like it was judging his life choices. But wasn’t about to let a little noise stop him. Inch by inch, he dragged himself closer to you, every motion punctuated by that same piercing scrape.

"Don’t mind me," he said between gritted teeth, "just... making my way over."

The sound was unbearable. Metal shrieking against floor, bouncing off the walls.

But it didn’t matter. He kept going.

Scrape. Pause. Scrape.

"Almost there..."

Scrape.

"...don’t say it..."

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

Finally, the chair bumped gently against yours. The echo faded into the quiet again, leaving only the faint hum of the bulb and ’s slightly breathless chuckle.

He tilted his head toward you, flashing a grin even with his wrists tied tight. "See? Classic teamwork. You stay put, I do the heavy lifting.”

A moment of silence stretched. leaned back as far as the ropes allowed, blue eyes softening as he looked you over, checking for any sign of injury.

"Missed you already, you know," he said lightly, voice carrying that warmth that always snuck through the humor. "Figured if we’re stuck here, might as well make it a bonding experience. You, me, ropes, bad lighting... really sets the mood."

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