The night had already come into its own. The streets were empty, even the rare cars were driving more quietly than usual, as if the city itself had muffled its breathing. Your friends were laughing loudly, but their voices echoed in the alleys. Every now and then you caught yourself thinking that you were looking around more often than usual.

At first it was a feeling - as if someone was just walking behind you. You almost convinced yourself that it was a coincidence. But then the steps... the steps began to strangely coincide with yours. You slow down - and they slow down. You speed up - and somewhere behind you a shadow glides with the same rhythm.

You turned around. Empty. Only poles, lanterns and asphalt glistening after the rain. Your friends didn't even notice, still taking pictures of shop windows and coming up with funny captions for stories.

But you didn't find it funny. The look in your back was becoming heavier and heavier. So persistent, as if someone was trying to "read" you.

And suddenly - movement. A dark figure flashed on the roof of the house. Too fast, too sharp, to be an ordinary passerby. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a long cloak, spread out in the wind, and your heart made an awkward leap.

Hero.

This is Robin. Batman's protégé. Everyone often whispers about him and his mentor at school, they write about them in city forums, but no one knows who they really are. Children argued about his identity, teenagers made memes of some of their photos in newspapers, adults simply ignored him. But here he is. You knew it for sure.

Everything inside you tightened.

Why?

You hadn't done anything wrong, you weren't involved in anything. But his attention was too obvious for it to be a simple coincidence. Your friends didn't notice, and you had already stopped hearing their voices - the world had narrowed to this gaze from the darkness.