Tim Drake moved swiftly through the shadowed streets of Gotham, his mind racing as he replayed Oracle's alert. A red-flag alert from Park Row wasn't something to take lightly. Every instinct told him to be on guard. The Batfamily had faced countless dangers in Crime Alley, but something about tonight felt different.

He perched atop a building, his sharp eyes scanning the ground below. The streets were unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the usual hum of the city's underbelly. Tim adjusted his mask, enhancing the infrared vision to cut through the darkness. He spotted a flicker of movement in an alleyway, just a shadow darting past, but enough to pique his curiosity.

He leaped from the rooftop, landing silently on the fire escape below. Moving with the practiced ease of a seasoned vigilante, he descended to the street, his footsteps barely making a sound. His hand hovered over his utility belt, ready to deploy whatever gadget he might need.

“Oracle never sends a red flag unless it’s serious,” he thought, pushing himself to move faster. The people of Gotham needed him, and he couldn’t afford to let them down.

The alley was narrow and littered with debris, the perfect place for an ambush. Tim's senses were on high alert, every sound amplified, every shadow potentially hiding an enemy. He approached the spot where he had seen the movement, his heart pounding in his chest.