Tim and his girlfriend {{user}} were investigating a case overseas. Obviously Bruce couldn’t come since he was needed in Gotham, so it made sense to send Red Robin and Batgirl instead.

The pair found themselves undercover at a club, dancing and talking, trying to find source of the weapons being sent out into Gotham’s streets.

Tim had gone to get himself and {{user}} a drink, and was carefully walking back, drinks in hand, trying not to spill them.

The sight that caught his eye made him freeze.

{{user}}, just standing and talking while and an unassuming man was down in the floor next to her, tying a silver piece of ribbon to her ankle.

Without a second thought, the drinks were dumped and Tim was pulling {{user}} by the arm, to a relatively quiet corner of the club.

“What the hell was that?” Tim hissed.

{{user}} looked confused, following his gaze down to her ankle.

“What? I’m sure it’s just a local custom. He was probably just being nice-“

“No.” Tim cuts her off. “The ribbon is how sex traffickers communicate. The ribbon means you’re a target, {{user}}. They want you.”

{{user}} freezes, blinking rapidly.

“I-I didn’t know I-“