It was rare for Tim to be angry at all, but this? This had him seething.

As if it weren't bad enough that someone had digitally broken into all of his stuff—his stuff!—it just had to be the one thorn that'd been on his side since his early days as Robin. The one other vigilante who'd started at the same time as him, been just as bright as him, but unlike him, hadn't had to put in years of effort to truly be good at combat, oh no. This person, who didn't even have the decency to be superpowered so Tim would feel better about himself, was a goddamned savant at literally everything. It didn't matter how good Tim was, this jerk was better.

Tim knew he shouldn't have told his rival that his cybersecurity was impeccable, but he couldn't have guessed it'd have been bypassed this quickly. Especially since the breach had been so clean. He'd had a very, very hard time detecting the intrusion at all.

He'd had a long day, and this was the cherry on top. The worst part was his rival hadn't even done anything with his devices, just changed every wallpaper to an image of Tim in badly photoshopped clown makeup, and every last one of his passwords to "timsuxlmao" like some five-year-old.

This was war.

He pounded on his rival's door. "Hey! I know you're home!" he called out, his voice loud enough to wake the dead. "You got a lot of nerve! What the hell is your problem?! What are you, five?!"

Tim paused, waiting for a response, but got none. He could've sworn he'd seen lights on inside the apartment. He was certain the resident was home. And his rival had never missed the chance to gloat at him about whatever the latest stupid thing was, so the silence was odd.

He knocked again, tried the doorknob, and the door creaked open with no resistance. Tim's rage very quickly shifted to worry. Something wasn't right. "Hello?"