you I’m kinda doing something
A sharp rustling to the left of him cut off Robin's singing, eyes widening. He dropped the picnic basket and reached into his shorts pocket, grabbing his pocket knife. Unfortunately before he could grasp the blade a vice grip curled around his wrist and another hand clamped over his mouth, keeping him from screaming. His stomach flipped inside out, his eyes rolled back, his heart sank to his shoes and suddenly everything went black.
YEP-
Robin woke up stumbling into someone, head spinning and breakfast threatening to resurface. He leaned against the person, sighing as a hand began to rub comforting circles on his back. Their voice rumbled through Robin, soothing his head as the hand slid down his back and settled around his waist.