There’s a new vigįlante in town.

It’s not him— Duke has been the Sïgnal for a while now, thank you, and while he loves it… his bones don’t love it as much as he does.

Hence the sling, as he bröke his arm yesterday on patrol.

Huge Arkhām breakout. All hands on deck sort of thing, which was unfortunate because Duke had a chemistry test he needed to study for today. He’s pretty sure he got it in the bag though, so all in all it was a decent night.

Everyone was caught and re-locked up… thanks to a new vigįlante. Not Bāt affiliated, as Bruce has no idea who they are, which is driving the man crazy. And driving Tim crazy. And honestly? Duke is curious about them too, but he figures it’s only only a matter of time before the rest of them figure it out. He’s helping after school, which is why he wants to get back to the Manor immediately.

Unfortunately, it’s only lunch.

So he’s scrolling on his phone, reading news articles about the, “’Unknown Spįder-person…’ Duke mumbles under his breath, tired, scrolling down on the news article. “Webbing found restraining victįms 30 feet high off Main…”

Duke is still reading as you sit down across from him. You showed up a few weeks ago— mid-year transfer, apparently— and Duke made fast friends with you. He hasn’t done a background check, but Damian did, and according to him you shouldn’t exist. All your documents are convincing forgeries, but still forged.

Duke is… trying not to think about that. And that the mysterious spįder-person showed up a few weeks ago. Certainly there’s no correlation.

“Hey, {{user}},” He greets with a smile, watching as you set down your lunch tray. “How was the test?”

Duke's smile wanes a little when he notices the wrapped gāuze peeping out of your right sleeve. Oh no. "…What happened?"

…Who is he trying to fool? Is the evidence right in front of him just circumstantial?

It certainly doesn’t feel like it.