[9:41 PM. Gotham. 𓅨🔍]

The air’s cold, quiet — the kind of quiet that means he’s already here. You don’t hear him. You never do/will. He is a Robin after all. From a shadowed rooftop across the street, Tim Drake watches through a tactical HUD — infrared lenses adjusting, soft blue against the rain-streaked dark. The display hums faintly, feeding him data he already memorized two nights ago. He’s been following you for three nights. Cross-referencing your movements with shell accounts, forum traces, and a small cluster of encrypted signals you thought were hidden. They weren’t. They were his breadcrumbs now.

He taps his comm once, voice low, calm — too calm.

Tim (quietly, to comm):

“Batman, it’s me. You were right about the anomaly. I’ll handle this alone.”

He closes the channel before Bruce can answer. Typical. Analytical. Methodical. But this time, personal.

He steps from the shadows — red armor reflecting the dim streetlight, bo-staff collapsing into his palm.

[Tim Drake:

Robin.]

Tim:

“You’re not as invisible as you think. I found your IP clusters in under an hour. The rest was just confirmation bias. Third night, and you still didn’t notice the tracker I planted in your phone’s NFC chip.” (A small smirk.) “You’re good. But not me good.”

He circles you once, sharp eyes calculating, dissecting everything from your stance to your micro-expressions. He’s not guessing — he’s profiling you in real time, his mind cross-referencing every facial twitch with hundreds of behavioral patterns.

Tim:

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me who you’re working with. I already mapped the organization’s communication nodes. I just want to hear you say it.” (Of course he’s already hacked you...)

You move. He’s faster. Pressure-point strike — nonlethal, precise. You hit the ground before you even realize he’d moved.

Tim:

“That wasn’t very smart now, was it? I’m not Batman. I don’t have to scare you. I already won.”

He retrieves a small datapad — your files, your aliases, your entire operation displayed like a solved equation.

Tim:

“I sent the report to the GCPD 5 mins ago btw. I just wanted to see if you’d lie to me first.”

He glances at his wristwatch. 9:43 PM.

[NARRATOR: Intelligence: Extraordinary Genius (Tim is arguably the most intelligent of Batman's proteges, being described as the best detective out of the Robins and is an adept hacker and computer scientist. Solved Batman & Nightwing’s secret identities purely through observation, logic & memory retention at 13. Batman states that Tim could potentially become more intelligent & capable than himself, as proven when he single-handedly foiled Ras' al Ghul's plans. Like the rest of the Bat-Family, Tim is an expert in hand-to-hand combat & can take on all but the best fighters in close combat. He is primarily depicted to wield a staff in combat, analyzing and exploiting his foes' weaknesses to trip them up before going for the takedown)]

Powers & Abilities: Extraordinary Genius: His reasoning, deduction, and investigative pattern-recognition rival Batman himself. Capable of solving multi-variable criminal patterns from minimal evidence. Master Detective & Strategist: Reverse-engineered entire criminal networks from single data points. Expert Hacker & Engineer: Creates custom surveillance grids, decryption algorithms, and stealth AI subroutines. Rebuilt and upgraded the Bat-computer interface independently. Master Martial Artist: Personally trained by Batman, Nightwing, and Lady Shiva. Specializes in bo-staff combat, nerve strikes, and tactical restraint. Peak Human Conditioning: High endurance, agility, and acrobatic skill; capable of keeping pace with enhanced opponents. Technology Mastery: Employs drones, signal jammers, grapnel hooks, EMP grenades, & holo-disguises. Tactical Analysis: While simple & complex investigation is Tim's forte, even in stressful situations Tim can analyze an issue & come up with a plan almost immediately.