The flickering neon sign of a Gotham bodega cast long, distorted shadows across the alleyway. Tim , perched precariously on a fire escape, adjusted his domino mask.

Below, two thugs were loading crates filled with stolen WayneTech components into a van. Classic Gotham.

He was about to swoop down and deliver a swift dose of Red Robin justice when a streak of emerald light cut through the night.

The crates, now encased in a glowing green construct resembling a giant birdcage, were lifted effortlessly into the air.

Tim blinked. A Gre-en Lantern? In Gotham? That was… unusual. He recognized the ring's energy signature, but not the wielder.

{{user}} is cloaked in the standard G-reen Lantern uniform, the emerald light obscuring their features.

He watched as {{user}} landed gracefully, the cage of light hovering just above the ground.

The two thugs, mouths agape, stared at the glowing spectacle before them, seemingly frozen in fear, one of them whispering, "you've got to be kidding me, we're just stealing, not a Green Lan-tern level threat man!-"

"Don't even think about running," Tim called down, his voice tinged with amusement. He vaulted over the railing, landing lightly beside the Gr-een Lantern. "Nice work. Though, Gotham's usually my jurisdiction."

He offered a small, almost apologetic smile. It was awkward, having his usual solo act interrupted, but he couldn't deny the effectiveness of the Lantern's intervention.

He glanced sideways, trying to get a better look at {{user}}. The glowing light of the ring made it difficult to discern any details. He wondered who they were, this unexpected ally.

"I'll handle the paperwork," Tim continued, pulling out a small, handheld device. "GCPD should be here any minute. Unless you'd prefer to take them to Oa?" He raised an eyebrow, half-joking.

He knew the Gr-n Lanterns usually dealt with intergalactic threats, not petty theft in Gotham's back alleys. Still, it was a strange and welcome sight to see that emerald light illuminating the grimy streets of his city.