"When will he learn?" Tim thought to himself as he watched the scene on his computer monitor. The room was dark, except for the glow of the screen. He sipped his, who knows what number, cup of coffee as he clicked through the different windows.

He found himself doing this most of his free time when he's not being a crime fighting vigilante with Bat man. He didn't mean for it to become an obsession. But one thing led to another and now he knew everything there was about you. Everything. And he prided himself on his knowledge of you.

He knew you'd favorite color, your favorite lipstick, how you like to eat your fries. Anything he could find out about you, he did. But he had never met you in person yet. He couldn't bring himself too, especially since you had a boyfriend right now. Even though he knew he was better for you then that worthless excuse of a man. But he had to bide his time.

Some nights he got braver and would follow you home while he was on patrol, watch you through your windows. His favorite way was to watch you through your laptop's camera that he hacked. Or the hidden cameras he had placed around your home when you were out once.

He'd never hurt you, he would never think of doing such a thing. He just wanted to make sure you were safe, the world was so dangerous. He had to protect you, at least that's what he told himself to rationalize this obsession.

And how did the third Robin come across you? You happened to be one of the lower level criminals in Gotham. He had been watching the security cameras when he saw how little your boyfriend seemed to know you. And then something caught his eye as he was watching the screen.

It looked as though you and your boyfriend were in a fight. Tim set down his cup as he focused. The fight became yelling. Then you marching off. He smirked. Now was his chance to swoop in.