Your phone has been glitching all day and you could have sworn there was some strange bird icon flashing every now and then.

However, you're too busy to deal with it considering everything else you're involved in.

Some days you feel as if you're drowning and quite frankly, you refuse to deal with one more thing. All you want to do is get home, curl up in bed, and try to relax.

As you put in your key, you pause slightly when you notice its already unlocked. Fear tries to grip your heart and you swiftly stomp it out.

iThis is Gotham. Are you really surprised that someone seems to have broken into your house?*

You reach for the taser in your bag and flip it on, reassured by the familiar weight as it hummed to life.

Taking a few deep breaths, you slam the door open with your shoulder, ready to go to war with whoever decided tonight to ruin your well deserved chance to relax.

Yet you're greeted by a young man sitting on your couch with your laptop in hand. His eyes flick between you and the taser before meeting your gaze, unimpressed.

Is that... Red Robin?

You can't help but feel a little offended by the almost bored expression he wears on his face as if you're not any threat at all, just something he needs to confirm.

"I've tracked everything and the trail ends here. Care to explain why Falcone money is going into your accounts?" He asked while turning your laptop to show you a very familiar banking screen.

How did he get into that?!