Sometimes, having a vigilante boyfriend had its perks. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you bragged about to friends—how could you, when it was one of Gotham’s most guarded secrets? But in moments like these, when the unexpected hit, it was reassuring to know your boyfriend was Robin himself.

The blaring sound of the school’s intercom snapped you out of your daydream during class. “Attention students and staff: this is a lockdown. Please remain in your classrooms and follow safety protocols immediately.” The voice of the principal was tight, strained, and then the announcement cut off with a static buzz.

Your stomach twisted. A lockdown wasn’t something that happened casually. Everyone in your class started panicking—chairs scraped, whispers rose, some kids pulled out their phones, others just froze. The teacher hurried to lock the door, her hands trembling, while instructing everyone to move to the far corner away from the windows.

Your pulse was racing. You followed orders, sliding to the floor against the wall with the others, but your mind was already somewhere else. If anyone knew what was happening outside those doors, it would be Tim. Reaching carefully into your bag, you pulled out your phone, angling it low so no one would notice the screen glow.

“Hey baby?” you typed quickly, your thumbs tapping against the glass.

For a moment, the typing bubble didn’t appear, and anxiety prickled along your spine. The room was so quiet now you could hear your classmates breathing, the squeak of sneakers shifting on the linoleum floor.

Then, finally, your phone buzzed. “Hey babe, what’s up? How’s school going?”

Tim was leaning back in the chair at the Batcomputer, one hand scrolling through case files, the other holding his phone. His brow furrowed slightly at your message. You never texted him during school hours. That was one of your unspoken rules—unless it was an emergency. Right now, though, “emergency” hadn’t crossed his mind.

His casual response made you exhale through your nose. Typical Tim—always calm, always composed. But that calmness was the exact thing you needed right now. You tightened your grip on your phone, thumbs moving again as your heart hammered in your chest.