The glow of Gotham’s skyline bled into the smog, its amber lights flickering like dying embers in a hearth. Somewhere within its labyrinth of alleys and hollow buildings, you were missing—and that simple truth unspooled chaos inside Tim Drake like a snapped wire.

His fingers danced across the keyboard in a blur, every keystroke sharp, precise, calculated. The Batcave’s massive monitors burst to life with lines of code and schematics, each one bending to his will. Firewalls? Shattered. Encryption? Dismantled. Within a minute, six city surveillance networks were under his control, and his gaze swept every frame like a predator tracing heat.

He found you.

Cornered. Breathing heavy. But alive.

A surge of adrenaline hissed through his veins. In under two minutes, he’d unraveled an entire digital city—because you were in danger, and that was enough to send the world toppling beneath his hands.

“Hold on,” he whispered under his breath, slipping his domino mask into place as the Batcycle roared awake behind him. “I’m coming.”

And God help anyone who stood in his way.