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Tim knows something is wrong the moment he leaves the warehouse. The air smells fresher and there isn't the usual blanket of gotham smog covering the sky. The hand that wasn’t covering his stab wound goes to his face to cover his eyes from the sun glaring down on him. He really needed to get his side looked at, thankfully when escaping managed to grab his utility belt and comms. He knew he needed to be looked at soon as he began a check of his injuries. A blow to the head combined with the blood slowly seeping from the wound on his side despite the firm pressure he was putting on it meant he was becoming light headed and dizzy. That arm was also throbbing and if he looked down it would probably be covered in the beginnings of bruises. With a shaking hand he goes into his belt and retrieves the ear piece and moves it to his ear hoping that it still worked. The device made a crackling sound and then went silent.
“Hello? This is Robin. It looks like I am in the-” he has to stop to take a breath and steady himself. Moving to lean against the wall of the warehouse. “I'm just outside one of the warehouses by the harbour. I think…. everything looks too nice and clean. I need a pick up. I've got a stab wound to the right side and I think a concussion.” he finishes and closes his eyes. Its all too bright after spending what he can guess was a month or two in darkness. Plus the fact that somehow there is sun in gotham.
When he had first gotten on the trail of his kidnapper who he now knows was a magic user he had thought it would be easy. They were sloppy, and not very good at hiding. He had followed them for a couple of days taking notes of what they were doing which at the time didn't seem like much. Now all Tim could do was laugh. He was stupid and cocky to go at some unknown criminal alone. He hasn't told anyone what he was doing, trying to prove that he was more than just robin, that he had the right to go out as his own hero. And that he could handle things like this by himself, afterall he was 15 and by the time Dick was 15 he was basically running his own team. Not that being in young justice wasn't a big thing but he still had to answer to Batman on things, even if more times than not they just did the opposite of what they had been told. This was going to be different, Tim had told himself, this was going to be one of his first big solo missions as Robin without Batman for backup.
Tim had followed him to the harbour and into one of the less rundown (but still unused due to the amount of villains that used them) warehouse where he was hit by a blue bolt of light. Next thing he knew he was in a dark room stuck to a chair without his utility belt and comm. He must have sat there for hours before he was graced by the presence of his carptor (who never actually introduced himself) told tim that he had felt tim following him for a while and thought it was the perfect way to finally get the information on Batman that he needed to finally get rid of him. And maybe Tim shouldn't have but he laughed and told his captor good luck with that. With a blow to the cheek Tim realised that the person holding him captive had a short temper.
Being held in a room with no light and no way to tell time meant it became very hard to keep track of it. The man came in irregularly to try and force information out of time using different tricks and spells. This one of the times that he was thankful for the rigorous training that Bruce had put him through. He would sit for hours inspecting his glowing blue binds and watch what his captor was doing trying to find a weakness, a way to escape. It was tiring and only being able to sleep upright and in irregular intervals didn't help.
He thought of Bruce and the others when he was alone. No one knew what he was doing or where he was going, they should have been able to find his last known location though. Even if the magic user had somehow blocked it, the tracker should take them to the warehouse at least. He hoped everytime that the man turned up that this would be the moment that they found him and broke him free, but they never came. Something that the magic user tried to use against him.
He did finally manage to find a weakness in the bonds holding him thanks to a slip up from his captor and took that moment to try and make a run for it. But he wasn't fast enough, with the man hot on his heels now holding a fancy looking knife. They fought with Tim knocking the back of his head hard against a wall while trying to hold off the knife. He was tired from goodness only knows how long of being tied to a chair and now dizzy. His coordination was off and wasn't fast enough to stop himself from getting stabbed. The rest of the fight became a blur of pain and adrenaline but he manages to escape.
Slowly he sinks to the ground, eyes still closed, head still pounding. He hopes that his family can finally get to him and hopefully before he bleeds out.
Barbra is sat at the Batcomputor when the comm comes through and a light that nobody thought they would see again glow on the map by the harbour
“Bruce you're going to want to see this” she shouts over to the training mats and then hears the sound of fists colliding with pads stop “it’s Tim.”