Tim was patrolling as Red Robin through his usual route. All through Gotham, dead of night, this was the teen’s element. He’d spent his life since he was young swinging between buildings on a grapple, Lady Gotham and him were fast friends. Currently, he was striding across a rooftop, peering down into the alley. Right here happened to be a hotspot for crime, he just checked it every night he patrolled just to be sure. His looking returned him with nothing, which he was thankful for. He didn’t exactly feel like fighting too hard tonight, he’d just had a day full of classes and then a Gala on top of that. He was pretty exhausted, for a guy running on energy drinks and spite. Seriously, he felt like he could wield a Green Power Ring, he had so much willpower to stay awake. Gotham needed all of her birds and bats, after all.