The alert came in at 2:14 a.m.

Another theft.

Another impossible escape.

Another security system bypassed without a trace.

The item stolen this time?

Not money.

Not weapons.

A private collection piece locked behind three layers of security and a vault designed with help from Batman himself.

No fingerprints.

No footage.

No forced entry.

Nothing.

Inside Titans Tower, the Teen Titans stared at the report in complete silence.

“…That’s creepy,” said Beast Boy.

“It gets worse,” Robin replied.

Everyone looked up.

Robin slid another file across the table.

A list.

Long.

Detailed.

Museums.

Private collections.

Corporate vaults.

Even a few places nobody should have known existed.

At the very bottom—

One line.

Attempts made: multiple.

Successful captures: zero.

The room quieted.

Cyborg leaned forward.

“No way.”

Across from him, Raven narrowed her eyes.

Robin didn’t answer immediately.

Because he hated saying it.

Hated it.

Finally—

“Batman’s involved.”

Silence.

Then immediate chaos.

Starfire blinked.

“You mean the thief escaped Batman?”

Robin’s expression flattened.

“More than once.”

Nobody spoke.

Because Gotham had monsters.

Metahumans.

Geniuses.

Nightmares.

But very few people managed to become a problem for Batman himself.

And now one of them had appeared.

Unknown identity.

Unknown methods.

Unknown motive.

Only one thing was clear.

Someone out there was stealing things from the impossible places.

And winning.

Robin closed the file.

“We find them first.”

A pause.

“Before Batman does.”