Tim was wearing his Red Robin suit.
The all-black gear absorbed light instead of reflecting it,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUf5OvyNKzk
with only the red emblem on his chest gleaming faintly—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzb7YanOIV9
like a suppressed warning in the dead of night.
Wind brushed past his ears.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPoNivHROi9
His cape swayed gently as he stood on top of a Gotham high-rise.
He rarely went out on missions anymore.
These days, unless it was a major emergency, he didn’t join field operations.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTmKhfnGCyV
His primary role was intel coordination and debriefing—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyfcmnojxUs
the brain and central node between vigilantes.
His battlefield was usually the Batcomputer.
But tonight, he needed an answer.
Not about a crime syndicate.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHIzXPlh0tx
Not about a new supervillain.
But about—why a kindergarten teacher needed to buy a gun.
So he’d made a decision:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGNozPMQkeL
he would investigate Nora’s apartment.
No tech infiltration.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA9b7KpXG6w
No hacking into her credit card records.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrwS5KuR85k
No tapping into her building’s surveillance feed.
He would go himself.
He knew this bordered on burglary.
He knew entering a woman’s home—even for investigation—was skating a thin ethical line.
But after evaluating everything, he deemed it a necessary step.
Because if she was a threat, he could assess it faster than any system.
And if she wasn’t—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrmoEXb5hSk
he needed to know what she was hiding.
This would show him her true intent.
Computer records could be faked.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCrAFCCnPHw
Schedules could be masked.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw1v8yjeIGT
But a person’s possessions, habits, and space—they didn’t lie.
Tim had already done some research:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyKMyqQG5t5
Nora had a gym membership.
According to card swipes, she visited regularly between 8 and 9 p.m.,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpMDCGWt1AH
four times a week on average.
That membership log gave Tim his window.
One hour—enough time to get in, look around, and leave.
No traces.
So he made his decision.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhYyuIt240U
No delay. No one else would know.
This was a mission.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwnb9UUqzZ
He told himself—it was a personal-level operation.
Gotham’s night air was colder than usual.
Tim looked up, spotting the distant clock tower ticking to 8:00 p.m. sharp.
He turned—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePGr68BqJk
and vanished from the edge of the rooftop.
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Tim arrived outside her apartment window.
He had already bypassed security cameras, heat sensors, and two layers of anti-theft mesh.
His movements were silent—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMOPe4xHs4
a single drop of shadow slipping into the edge of this aging Gotham apartment.
Inside, it was pitch-black.
No lights on.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5g0FYci0g0
Curtains drawn tight.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7qm2uMz24g
No glow spilling from within.
Tim slid on his infrared goggles.
The world turned to black and red—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJm5mMTJvK1
heat signatures glowing, air remaining void.
The apartment showed no heat traces.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe5qg5dzrTW
She’d been gone for over an hour.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0DDFZG2mm
Confirmed—consistent with her gym check-in.
He tapped a few codes on the electronic lock.
Within seconds, it clicked—soft and clean.
No alarms. No flashing lights.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL6q4mFrG85
Her system was too basic.
Tim stepped inside quietly.
He walked along the carpet’s edge,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4SWhElyYon
avoiding floorboards that might creak.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPpt8FASj5Q
Every step was calculated—like a practiced equation.
First stop: the living room.
Hmm… how to put this—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzIm58HoqnL
completely empty.
So empty, in fact, that Tim instinctively scanned it three times—just to make sure he hadn’t missed something.
In his mental archives, women usually liked decorating their spaces.
Whether soft and cozy or sharp and minimalist,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWNyH0U3zw
there was typically some kind of stylistic imprint.
His sister Leila, for example, turned every wall into an exhibition—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRIv6RFeKCt
framed vintage photos, pages from antique books, old phonographs—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4JFRPpV8K
stories stacked into the soul of a home.
But this place?232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBmx4xKI12P
Utterly barren.
The living room had one sofa.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmXUMypd1ED
No pillows. No blankets.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLot3JHA8z
Clean, sharp… and cold—like a real estate sample unit.
Had she just moved in?
No—Nora had lived here for four years.
She’d moved in while still in school and never changed addresses.
That made Tim frown.
He moved into the kitchen.
It was the same.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZL4HEQzrdF
Cold.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGquC5tuBEq
Not the kind of space someone really lived in.
Basic cookware.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡksGGWk9W97
No opened food packages.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijdKNP0f1d
No kitchen towels. No sticky notes.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSEoWe4C19T
Not even a coffee maker.
Just a four-piece ceramic cup set—barely used.
Then came the bedroom.
Tim pushed the door open, already trying to predict what he’d find.
No surprise—it was just as empty.
Basic double bed.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpK1gzIbOcP
Plain gray-and-white sheets.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBbg7Y2dbX8
No patterns.
The desk was the cheapest IKEA model.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1MLrTiAu9
The chair still had the dust cover on.
The only thing with a trace of humanity—was the laptop on the desk.
Tim frowned again.
In his mind, there were only a few explanations.
She was a radical minimalist.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLlOKS98MHJ
Or—
She was ready to leave at any moment.
The whole place looked like a space prepped for sudden evacuation.
No sentimental clutter.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIEemhNJYXZ
No lingering warmth.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpim481rPg
No intention to stay.
Tim moved toward the final door—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPwO4spgIJ
a closed-off guest room.
He wasn’t expecting much.
Given everything so far, he assumed it’d just be another empty, echoing room.
He opened the door.
And froze.
The inside—was packed.
The entire room had been turned into a storage unit.
Shelves stacked with bottled water and canned goods—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI2pHaHysNZ
neatly labeled and sorted.
In the corner were two large hiking backpacks,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGRpNV3zNSu
a pile of foldable sleeping mats,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSu3DtimFBM
and even a collapsible solar panel.
The room was full.
This wasn’t a doomsday hoarder’s collection.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHDwImiSxL
This wasn’t a camper’s setup.
This was a retreat room.
A shelter built for survival in the event of a city collapse or world-ending disaster.
Tim felt a tightness rise in his throat.
This—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0XeqeUt17V
was something he had never predicted.
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So this Nora—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3QRJGz1fVY
was not only a fanfic writer,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6SMCtxCDt7
but also a… doomsday prepper?
Tim stood frozen at the doorway,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8WF5NbG6J1
unable to reconcile the stockpiled survival gear with the image of the gentle kindergarten teacher.
This wasn’t ordinary hoarding.
This was systematic, segmented, trained preparation—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6dzVwzi9o
the same kind of contingency protocols they had for Gotham:
Power grid failure.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbc6HSkPdEA
Communication blackouts.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmiU7diU8q
Toxin attacks.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFUVaQkgIx
Widespread civil unrest...
This woman was prepping for the fall of the city.
Names flashed through Tim’s mind—those extremists he’d personally monitored.
The ones who built bunkers, buried weapons,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyrqtgsADE7
or moved off-grid to live in fallout shelters.
But those people usually looked the part—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI0XGK1qT5F
disheveled, paranoid, erratic.
Not like Nora.
She was calm, kind, composed in class.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMIRJF7lytQ
Her home minimalistic. Her routines clean.
These two puzzle pieces didn’t fit at all.
No…232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3gRgT3kx4l
This woman needs further analysis, Tim thought.
There had to be something he didn’t know.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmb05FYlTJz
Something—her past? Her background?232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5tWhxomBnT
Something she’d experienced?
A woman doesn’t stockpile this much survival gear by accident.
Was she one of those end-of-the-world believers?
Or—
CRACK.
A sharp sound.
The light above snapped on.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6G0tp4I2K3
Blinding white light seared into Tim’s retinas—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUPS5KRfS9h
he didn’t have time to switch out of infrared.
Then—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8EVcRKfa3
a sharp kick struck his side.
His body flipped, slammed into the wall.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPcAnX8UjV8
Cans crashed from the shelves, rolling across the floor in a metallic cacophony.
He dropped low, pivoted hard, knees skidding across the floor to stabilize.
His infrared goggles flew off.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzY8IVDsk8S
He tore them away just in time to look up—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR7KKepMbgl
and saw her.
Nora.
Somehow, she was back.
He had no idea why,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡINBWQpRUfO
or when she’d noticed his presence.
She’d already changed out of her work clothes—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2aZ6WWJOjF
now wearing loose, casual clothing.
But none of that dulled her explosiveness.
Tim hadn’t even regained his footing when she charged again.
She pushed off the wall, body launching mid-air—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwg9zLYvy9w
like a trained paratrooper—aiming a brutal split-kick at his center.
The space was tight.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBTzwMwfqNw
This wasn’t a flashy move—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWutpBjf4kQ
this was a precision strike, meant to disable.
Tim gritted his teeth and dodged, twisting just enough—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8puJzEwa86
but still took a glancing hit to the shoulder.
He rolled sideways, bracing on his elbow,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQmjUuKIoo
already calculating escape routes in his head.
This woman... was no ordinary civilian.
Her movements had no formal pattern—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzQJD16INO
but each one hit weak points with zero hesitation.
No theatrics.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEeVFsEc6Dc
Just brutal efficiency.
Like someone who’d survived underground fight rings—232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBkrCefdzH
trained to kill a threat in the shortest time possible.
This was not a skillset kindergarten teachers were supposed to have.
Tim dodged again, coldly analyzing as he moved.
This woman has secrets.
Too many.
But one thing he had decided for sure—
He was pulling out.
That last reverse kick had caught his cheekbone.
His face throbbed.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC2pReqQufL
It was definitely going to bruise.
He tapped a device at his waist.
“Tsssh—”
A burst.
White smoke exploded instantly.
It was one of the Batcave’s own—non-toxic, flash-particle-enhanced smoke bombs.
Nora instinctively stepped back, shielding her eyes.
Tim darted out through the side.
Three strides to the window.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ07lHfrzkkr
Hooked the grapple.
And leapt.
The cold wind slammed into him.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1orCetV53m
Gotham’s night sky felt just as heavy, just as oppressive as ever.
He ascended quickly with the line.
Looked down—
Nora was standing at the window.
She didn’t chase.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1A2hWkjrr7
She didn’t hide.
She just stood there,232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnXUb2kZmwY
green eyes locked on him.
As if she was measuring his build.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBX4165Zitt
Or maybe—
calculating.
What is she thinking?
Tim didn’t know.
But something in his gut…232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkHWG8gPkuW
was screaming again.
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and then Add to home screen.