“Y’know B, this is a little weird, even for you.” Tim says as he tilts his head curiously at the person before him, sitting in a chair in the Batcave, hands tied behind their back and a bag over their head. “Like I get that we want to keep the Cave’s location secret and all, but you don’t think this is a little overkill?”

Bruce grumbles something, a reluctant agreement Tim assumes, and removes the bag and ties before rattling off stern instructions for the apprehended… visitor is probably the word to use since a hero probably shouldn’t have kidnapping victims.

Bruce had his reasons, of course, always did. Riddler was back to his annoyingly complicated tricks and after hours and hours and hours of work by both Tim and Babs, Bruce finally agreed to let Barbara contact one of her online hacker friends who Bruce isn’t a particular fan of after an incident of them totally demolishing the Cave’s firewalls for two whole hours. But Gotham was in danger and this took precedence.

Tim wholeheartedly believed that if he kept working at it, he’d be able to crack the code, even if said cracking took all nighters and a distressing lack of bathroom breaks, but Bruce wouldn’t hear of it. How good cause this little hacker be? He didn’t often find people who knew tech better than he, Babs being the obvious exception, but he believed very firmly that he was the best of the best.

That is until this mysterious little hacker got to work, fingers flying across the keyboard, peeling away Riddler’s firewalls like they were string cheese without even a twitch in their face. It was shocking. Surprising. Impressive. Hot.

Damn, I’m in love.