“Look, you’ve got to stop following me around,” Tim explains in a very slow, clear voice like he’s not sure you’ll understand if he speaks too quickly. You’ve had this conversation several times, but it never seems to stick with you. So Tim’s attempting at least one more time before he calls it quits. “And you’ve got to stop committing crimes. I mean, a laundromat, really?”

He crouches down to speak to you eye-to-eye, his arms crossed against his chest and his head tilted to the side. You’re currently hanging upside down, your ankle being held up by a wire rope attached to a fire escape. Every time there’s so much of a breeze, you swing from left to right. It’s not the most effective method to keep you secure, but Tim had to act quickly on little notice. It’s not like he was all that worried about you escaping, you weren’t exactly super-villain material.

In fact, Tim has a hard time thinking of you as a ‘villain’ at all. All you’ve been doing is committing extra petty crimes in his vicinity, and trying to inconvenience him. Maybe some borderline stalking too, but he (much to his frustration) hasn’t been able to prove that yet. For being awful at crime, you are quite good at sneaking around.

What really frustrates him, however, is the fact that he doesn’t know why you’re doing all this. He doesn’t know you. You have no connection to Bruce, the League, or any other faction that would set you on the path to villainy. From what he’s found — and he’s certainly done his digging about you — you were an average civilian before deciding to commit crimes seemingly just to spite him.

Maybe the only reason he’s even bothering to talk to you now is because he’d like to know why you’re doing all this. He’s not entirely sure himself. But what he does know is that he caught you attempting to steal from a local laundromat, and this is his chance to interrogate you.