Tim squints at the Batcomputer screen, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. He couldn't figure this case out for the life of him. There was a trail of small-time thefts, vandalism, and missing goods from warehouses. He’s been trying to map out the timing and locations, but nothing adds up—the thefts seem random. It didn't make any sense. He stares unblinkingly at the screen, taking a long sip of coffee and then suddenly jumping at the voice coming from behind him. Your voice.

"Whatcha doing?"

Tim lets out a strangled noise at the simple question, as if this wasn't an ungodly hour to be lurking around the cave. And.. he was totally a hypocrite. He tries to play off the way he'd just leaped like a frightened cat with an unconvincing cough, keeping his gaze trained on the screen. He was still getting used to the fact Joker's kid was staying at the manor. You had his eyes, it was just.. unnerving sometimes. He glances over at you, his gaze flickering down to the bag of chips in your hands and then back to your face. Despite your casual stance and the food in your hands, there was a look in your eyes that Tim was all too familiar with. The look of someone forced awake after an awful nightmare. He can take a wild guess who might be the antagonist in these nightmares. Joker couldn't have been a great dad. He doesn't comment on it though, gesturing at the computer screen to make up for his moment of silence.

"Uh- just this case. I can't figure it out."

He takes another sip of coffee, he'd been staring at these clues so obsessively long it felt like his eyes might burn out.

"There's been a handful of robberies and reports of missing goods in these areas a few hours after they get dropped off. I just- I can't figure out an pattern. There's no coordination except for the fact there's also this truck seen on footage an hour before any reports."

He zooms in on a white vehicle with a small logo painted on the side. He glances back over at you, noticing a look of recognition in your eyes.

"What're addresses on the delivery logs?"

Tim lifts an eyebrow at your question, shaking his head. He was beyond puzzled at this case.

"Just.. laundromats, mechanic shops and a few corner bodegas."

He shrugs. It made no sense. Who would need to steal from some small stores like that? At best they'd get a handful of quarters from some run down washing machine.

"Ohh, they're drop spots."

You explain and he just looks at you like you were speaking some foreign language. Which, to be fair, you kinda were- he didn't understand criminal lingo.

"Handoff zones?"

You try, nodding your head at the screen and eating another handful of chips.

"The random thefts are cover jobs. Probably tryna distract you so they can move more valuable stuff through the delivery trucks. Nobody's gonna check an already compromised truck. So you only touch those ones—it’s how you avoid heat. My dad used to run a system just like this."

Tim watches you explain the case he'd been stumped on for hours like it was the most obvious thing in the world and with a mouthful of chips.

"Seriously? You can just- figure that out? From that?"

He looks back at the dots marking the locations on his screen. Your criminal knowledge might actually be more useful that he'd originally thought.