It started out as simple curiosity. Research on you during a case. Then it evolved. Tim started monitoring every mention of your name on social media, checking your Instagram when he knew he shouldn’t. You didn’t post often, but when you did, his stomach would twist. It was pathetic and he knew it.

Tim was on patrol as Red Robin. He’d heard you were going to show up to talk to the police about a new criminal wreaking havoc on the city. Tim wasn’t supposed to be there, but he went anyway.

You were there. Your deep, resonant voice had a strange effect on him. It made him feel… small.

“I have to stop.” He repeated to himself.

But he didn’t move. He watched you, hidden in the shadows, as you spoke calmly to the detectives. He felt his muscles tense when your gaze seemed to graze the spot where he was hiding.

Then your eyes locked onto the spot where he was.

Tim held his breath. It wasn’t possible. You couldn’t have seen it. It was too far away, too hidden. But a flash of doubt crossed his mind. What exactly were your powers?

After the conversation, you walked away from the scene. Tim decided to follow you. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to understand. Maybe even… talk to you?

The alley you entered was narrow and dark. Perfect for an ambush, Tim thought. He followed you carefully, moving silently, but then—you disappeared.

“Are you looking for someone?”

Your voice made him jump.

He whirled around. You were behind him. Still, almost a shadow. Your gaze pierced him.

“How—” he stammered, but you interrupted him.