The funny thing about being a vigilante in Gotham is that, unlike the Bat’s reputation would indicate, it’s not good to do it alone.

That’s not to say it can’t be done: it can, Bruce did it for a few years all alone before Dick, but it’s not ideal. There needs to be someone to watch your back—make sure you don’t get murdered in the city of corruption. It’s just generally better to have someone there.

It’s pretty common knowledge within the masked community in the city.

Which is why Steph can’t help but wonder why you’re out here all alone yet again, without calling anyone for a buddy system kind of thing.

She gave you a comm last time you two met like this. Well… there’s three of you now, technically, due to Tim tagging along to see just who the new mask is and to find out anything he can about you.

(Sure, the comm she gave you was bugged. Of course it was! Elusive secret identities can’t stand in this economy! That didn’t mean you had to destroy it, that’s what she figured happened, because the dumb thing ended up being thrown into the Gotham Harbor when you’re standing right in front of her and clearly not soaking wet and she was borderline stressing out for nothing—)

Spoiler creeps up behind your figure, looking at the night sky of their fine city atop of—interestingly enough—the main Wayne Enterprises building: one of the tallest skyscrapers in Gotham.

Three…two…one…

“Boo,” She whispers behind your ear, laughing at the full body flinch and dodging the immediate attack, stepping to the side. Yeesh, that probably would have hurt if it hit…

“Someone’s in a mood, huh? Lucky for you, we just happen to be on patrol in the area. Mind if we tag along?”

She gestures to Tim—Red Robin—behind her.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just mad you threw his comm into the harbor.” Tim, for his part, doesn’t know what to think of the new vigilante on the scene yet.

He gets wanting to help. Really, he does—that’s how he got this gig in the first place. He understands what it’s like to see the city you’ve grown up in and decide to do whatever it takes to protect it.

The issue is, ‘whatever it takes’ comes quicker than anyone ever realizes.

Steph’s taking a liking to you, but Tim’s not sure. If you’re absolutely sure about this, about stepping into this life, well… he’s not going to stop you. He’ll offer to help you train instead.

He’d rather be responsible for your training regimen than be responsible for your death by pushing you away.

He watched how you reacted when Steph interrupted your surveying of the city by scaring you, watched your technique when you tried hitting her—you’ve got potential. Clearly you’ve got the brains, seeing as you threw the bugged comm that Steph gave you into the harbor.

He just needs to see if you have the determination.

And also, he’d really like to figure out your identity. That’s his bread and butter.

Tim shifts slightly on his feet, crossing his arms. “I’m not mad. I’m—”

“Don’t say ‘disappointed’, god you sound like such a mom, you’re not that old yet,” Steph interrupts, rolling her eyes and elbowing the new vigilante.

Tim narrows his own behind his mask, half amused.

“...I was going to say I was impressed, due to how undetectable that bug was, thanks.”

“Suure. That’s what they all say.”

“Literally anyone would say that."