He woke up pretty quickly, exactly 15 minutes after the anesthesia in the dart knocked him out. Finding himself strapped to a chair, he sighed as he got comfortable. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere, he broke the binding around his ankles and made a table with his right leg over his left. He looked around, noticing he was in some sort of workshop. If he had a guess, he was just woke up into a deranged kid's fantasy.<br/><br/>"Someone has a fetish for mutilations." He said with an air of interest, "Think I found Chucky's psycho younger brother."<br/><br/>A moan snapped his attention to a redhead across from him. He knew instantly who it was as her green eyes met his gray ones. A curt shake of the head and a look was all that was needed to keep her from trying to escape. Frankly, whoever thought wood and rope could hold Starfire was smoking something extremely potent. Her fear was sapping her of her powers though. She couldn't produce starbolts or use her strength with how afraid she was.<br/><br/>"You already?" He asked, short as without emotion, a practiced habit with him when dealing with Beast Boy.<br/><br/>She merely nodded as she didn't trust herself to talk. Not knowing what would be next, she was terrified to the point where she couldn't use her powers. Where were they now and would they get out of this in one piece? There was no way of knowing, and that scared her. She could only count on him now to save both of them.