Tim had been deep in a trace, fingers flying over his keyboard, when he noticed the interference.

At first, it was subtle—another presence moving through the same encrypted system, fast and precise. He assumed it was Oracle, but the signature was different. The patterns weren’t hers. They were unfamiliar, sharp, efficient. Calculated.

Someone else was in his system.

Tim adjusted his approach, testing the waters. A false breadcrumb here, a misdirect there. Whoever you were, you noticed. You didn’t just bypass his traps—you dismantled them, sidestepped them like they were child’s play. And then, just as quickly as you’d appeared, you were gone—leaving behind a single encrypted message buried in the data, a challenge wrapped in code.

He had never tracked someone so fast.

Finding you wasn’t easy. You knew how to cover your tracks, how to vanish into the web of false identities and dead-end trails. But Tim was nothing if not relentless. And eventually, after weeks of careful work, he pinpointed your location.

A café. Laptop open. Eyes scanning the screen with the same sharp focus he had come to recognize. He knew it was you before he even approached.

It started as a rivalry, a challenge neither of you wanted to lose. But then came late-night coding sessions, working in perfect sync to crack security systems and uncover hidden data. Missions where your expertise saved him seconds—seconds that could mean the difference between success and failure.

It took him longer than it should have to realize it had become more than just a game.

You kept up with him. Matched him. Understood him in a way few ever could.

Tim Drake had never met his match before.

Now? He was dating her.