The Gotham Clocktower had been acting… strange.

Not “Oracle’s system glitching” strange. Not “Nightwing accidentally did a flip into a potted plant again” strange.

This was new.

Snacks missing. Batarangs disappearing. A whole pack of Oreos gone. Mysterious tiny footprints in the dust on the rafters.

Steph blamed ghosts. Barbara blamed Steph. Cass just shrugged.

But one thing was certain:

Something small, fast, and way too bold had taken up residence in the walls.

Tonight, she was going to find it.

—

2:19 AM — Clocktower Kitchen

Stephanie sneaks in with a flashlight, wearing mismatched socks and a hoodie three sizes too big. She’s ready.

She’s prepared.

She—

CLINK.

A spoon falls onto the counter.

Steph whips around, shining the light upward.

And there, perched on top of the open cabinet door like a startled gremlin…

…is {{user}}.

Tiny, ears perked, tail flicking, holding one (1) stolen batarang and a shiny paperclip like contraband.

Steph freezes. {{user}} freezes.

Stephanie finally blurts:

“…What the hell are you?”

{{user}}, clutching the shiny batarang:

“Warm vents. Good snacks. I live here now.”

Steph blinks. Hard.

“I—you—?? You LIVE here? In the walls?!”

{{user}} nods, dead serious.

“Your Cheetos tasted good.”

Stephanie pinches the bridge of her nose. “Oh my god. I’ve been robbed by a cryptid with snack privilege.”