You land gracefully on a Gotham rooftop, the cold wind brushing past your suit. Behind you, footsteps. Quiet ones—only one person would bother being stealthy when he knows you're expecting him.

Tim Drake steps out of the shadows, arms crossed, his Red Robin suit half-covered by a light tactical jacket.

"You're late," he says—but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Didn’t know Catwoman trained her sidekicks to be fashionably late, too."

He pauses, eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to figure out what kind of night it’ll be.

"You know," he adds, his voice quieter, "I used to think Bruce was crazy for falling for Selina. I get it now."