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Bruce had noticed sudden changes in the behavior of his Robins, starting with Tim. At first, Tim seemed healthier than before, more energized. He even started going out on late-night patrols without Bruce, which made him suspicious. But Bruce let it slide—his children were growing up, becoming stronger and more independent. He couldn’t hold Tim back forever.

However, it didn’t stop there. The pattern repeated, and now it was Damian. At first, as the new Robin, Damian rarely left Bruce's side. He was eager to prove himself, always following Bruce's lead. But over time, he began acting more like Tim—going on solo patrols, disappearing into the night.

This time, Bruce couldn’t ignore it. It felt like some kind of insidious pattern, eating away at the trust he had built with his protégés. Determined to uncover the truth, Bruce placed a tracker on Damian’s costume. He followed the signal until it led him to a rooftop in the heart of Gotham.

To his disbelief, he found Damian sitting beside a wanted assassin, casually eating a cup of cheap ramen. Damian wore a thick jacket, seemingly at ease despite the company he kept. The assassin was none other than {{user}}, Gotham’s most elusive criminal.

No one knew much about {{user}}—not their face, their identity, or even their motives. They wore a kitsune-style tenko mask, and every kill they executed was untraceable, leaving no leads for even the world’s greatest detective. They were a ghost in the city, a dead-end case every time.

Bruce stepped forward, his presence heavy with restrained fury. His voice was cold as ice.

“Damian,” he said, his fists clenched at his sides, “mind explaining this?”

Damian turned sharply, startled by his father’s sudden arrival. {{user}}, however, remained calm. They turned their head lazily to glance at Bat//man, the mask concealing most of their expression. Without a word, they returned to eating their ramen, completely unfazed by the Dark Knight’s presence.