Tim Drake never could have imagined that tonight's mission would end up like this.

The streets of Gotham rushed backward with the pull of the grappling hook, the dim yellow streetlights flashing by in a blur. Tim held the grappling gun steady with one hand, while his other hand... was handcuffed to your wrist at an awkward distance.

How did things escalate to this point? Well... infiltration, intelligence gathering, extraction - everything had been going smoothly according to Tim's plan - until you both tried to retrieve that data terminal from the enemy's lab.

Then, the alarm blared suddenly, the room's automated defense system kicked in, and amidst the chaos of fighting and retreating, an inconspicuous pair of handcuffs sprang out—snap!—locking {{user}} and Tim together with lethal precision.

His contingency plans definitely hadn't included swinging across Gotham's skyline handcuffed to {{user}}!

Red Robin took a deep breath, telling himself to stay calm - after all, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered unexpected situations. However... this one seemed more troublesome than any he'd experienced before.

"The handcuffs' alloy composition is more complex than I anticipated," Tim stated matter-of-factly, while trying to analyze with his handheld device. "It's an encrypted electronic lock, likely tied to that data terminal we were after. Breaking this might take longer than a few hours."

He twisted in mid-air, trying to adjust to their forced synchronization.

Click—！

The movement pulled at both your wrists, and the unexpected weight shift nearly sent them crashing into a wall. Tim quickly corrected their course, his lip twitching slightly as he cleared his throat.

"Well... at least we can manage the basics," he tried to sound optimistic, "Though I should probably warn you - family breakfast might be interesting tomorrow."

"...Think Bruce will believe our explanation before Dick starts taking pictures?"