I watched as Robin proceeded with digging into the wall with a part of the toilet.

"Let's take turns, you seem tired." I looked up at him, he sighed, and gave me a look of ease.

"I'm fine y/n, you've been through a lot today. Just relax, I've got this." Robin said, continuing to ponder into the wall.

I sat against the floor, watching as he hit the wall.

"So tell me about yourself," Robin grunted as he wiped the sweat from his complexion.

"Okay, um I like the color f/c.

I was born in (the place you were born). When you hit me accidentally, that was my first day of school here." Robin looked at me, his eyes filled with shame.

"That was your first day? I'm so sorry." Robin frowned.

"It's fine, you've apologized a lot." I laughed mid-sentence.

Robin smiled softly as he went back to his job.

"Now tell me about you." I rested my hands on my lap.

"Um let's see, I don't have a favorite color. I'm into fighting, you already know that, people have been talking a lot about the fight between me and moose." Robin remarked.

"Yeah, I've heard a lot about you on my first day," I answered, Robin, snickered at this.

"Oh really?" Robin requested, I nodded in response.

"Well besides from that I enjoy watching movies with my uncle, he lets me see all the kinds of movies, including rated r," Robin described with a smile, looking back into the memories.

"My mom would never let me." I laughed looking up at Robin until we heard a clank.

Robin's eyes widened.

"I got something," Robin mentioned, I stood up looking up at the entranceway he found that was bolted into the wall, Robin smashed into it and it opened.

Robin and I glimpsed at each other before I went in to check.

"It's just a bunch of raw meat and it's really cold, I think we hit a fridge," I said in a dissatisfied voice.

"Is there anything else?" Robin inquired.

"There's a door in here, but it's locked." I groaned as I tried to break open the door, but failed.

I got out of the fridge and back to where Robin was.

"It's useless." I crossed my arms.

"Why would they tell me to do that though?" I polled.

"Maybe they are planning our escape as well?" Robin said in an uncertain voice.

"Maybe." I looked back at the hole. "Now help me get all this stuff off the floor." I indicated toward the pieces of dirt and the wall we broke.

Robin nodded and started helping me flush the stuff down the toilet.

We've finally completed it.

"Gosh, I'm so thirsty." Robin rasped, he was all sweaty.

I gave him the soda that I had yet to finish.

"Here." I handed the glass bottle to him.

"Thanks." He smiled, placing the bottle to his lips and consuming the rest of it.

We began to talk more about ourselves, it turned out we had some things in common.

It felt like we'd known each other for years, but we'd only really known each other for about a week.

"You know, being kidnapped is bad and all, but at least I'm here with you." Robin looked over at me, a caring smile plastered onto his face.

I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder.