You could blame it on the fact that it had been a long day, but a part of you was sure that's not true. It should have been obvious that at least one of the Bats would have started to investigate you - a new vigilante in Gotham City.

You were an enigma. Like a ghost, that appeared when you were needed and then vanished without a trace, leaving no evidence of your escapades behind but important information and a helping hand. As you climb in through your window, exhausted and spent from the day, you're more than shocked when you flip your light on.

Because Red Robin is sitting in your chair.

He shifts, looking over at you without a word. You had already peeled your sticky mask from your face, but it probably wouldn't have made a difference. You're gawking at him, unsure of what to say. How had he figured it out so quickly? And before Batman himself, the renowned "World's Greatest Detective"?

"I helped myself to your coffee," Tim hums, and he nonchalantly takes a sip from one of your mugs. Ironically, it's a red one, blending in with his suit. "Hope you don't mind."

You don't even have it in you to protest. Your fingers clench around your mask, shoulders sagging with defeat. "You found out."

You say the words hollowly, and you can feel the judgement from beneath his cowl. He tilts his head, and his lip quirks into a smirk. "What, like it was hard?"