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Tim turned away, saying nothing more. He simply pressed the controller in his hand.
On the screen, frames began to roll—footage from the dinosaur-shaped surveillance camera hidden in Finn’s backpack. The quality wasn’t great, and the angle was low, but it was clear enough to capture soft, delicate moments.
As the video played, Tim began to speak:
"I started investigating Nora based on a gut feeling…”
His tone was calm, but behind it was unwavering resolve.
"So I planted a surveillance device in Finn’s backpack. These videos show that she’s an incredibly dedicated teacher."
In the footage, Nora knelt down and gently wiped away a crying child’s tears.
Then came a scene of her squatting to measure a child's height, exclaiming with delight, “Wow! You’ve grown taller again!”
The child laughed—and so did she.
In another clip, she was teaching paper-cutting, sitting on a tiny plastic chair, completely focused.
And the last one—she picked up Finn and said, “Our champion!”
Tim said nothing further. He just kept watching—watching every expression Nora made toward the children.
Then he turned to Batman, his blue eyes steady and calm.
"Batman. No matter how much you doubt Nora—"
His voice was even, each word deliberate, thought-through.
"I want to be the one to investigate her."
"She can be questioned—but she shouldn’t be misunderstood."
The Batcave fell into complete silence.
Damian frowned slightly. Jason raised an eyebrow. Dick set down his cup.
In this family, Tim had always been the agreeable one—the one who didn’t cause waves, who handled everything just right.
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Not as proud or distant as Damian.
He was the "good kid," the "steady one."
He had never stood this firm before Batman.
Batman furrowed his brow, fingers tapping the table as he fell deep into thought.
He looked down at the footage—Nora smiling as she held a child.
No cracks. No signs of falseness. Just the warmth and strength a human should have—completely genuine.
He looked up at Tim.
It was as if he were evaluating—not just the woman—but the boy he’d raised, now standing in front of him, refusing to back down.
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Tim and Batman were still locked in a silent standoff. The air between them thickened, tension building with neither willing to yield.
Then—
Jason stepped in, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He muttered, “Ahem.”
He tilted his head, eyeing the air between Tim and Bruce like he’d made a decision, then started ushering the others together.
“Come on, over here. Yep, gather up—” Jason pulled everyone into a huddle.
Dick looked confused but allowed himself to be dragged. Damian frowned but followed. Stephanie casually joined in.
Within seconds, everyone except Tim and Batman had formed a small huddle—like a sports team whispering tactics during halftime.
Their voices were too low to catch, but the energy was unmistakably charged.
A word here, a nod there, a few raised brows—the huddle buzzed like it was calculating something chaotic and strategic.
Moments later, the circle broke apart.
Dick was the first to speak, clapping his hands like a team captain.
"Batman, I’m with Tim. I’ve seen Nora with the kids. That kindness? It’s real. No act."
Stephanie followed, waving her hand.
"Yeah, come on, Bats—you’ve seen how much Finn adores Nora. If you scare her off with that intense glare of yours, Finn’ll cry himself to death."
Jason strolled over last, tone blunt as ever.
"Old man. Nora’s the teacher Leila personally picked after sitting in on her class. If you mess this up, you can explain it to Leila."
Tim blinked, surprised, watching one after another stand behind him. He hadn't expected this at all.
Before he could respond, Batman exhaled—a slow, thoughtful breath. Not a sigh of defeat, but a pause of reflection.
He thought of Finn’s teary blue eyes, of how the boy had been waiting anxiously for updates from the hospital.
At last, Batman spoke:
"…Fine. You investigate."
"But—" his voice hardened again, eyes sharp, "give me a full report, Tim."
Tim nodded, as steady as ever. “I will.”
But this time—there was no obedience in his eyes.
Only responsibility.
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That mysterious "huddle" from earlier? It wasn’t a tactical briefing.
Damian frowned as Jason pulled him into the group, grumbling, “What is this even about?”
Jason lowered his voice, eyes gleaming. “Heh. I’ve got some bonus intel.”
Dick leaned in immediately, eyes gleaming with gossip. “What intel, Little Wing?”
Jason paused, milking the moment, then slowly said, “Our dear Tim…”
He stopped for dramatic effect, grinning like he was about to drop the bomb of the year.
“…is courting Nora.”
All the vigilantes’ eyes went wide. Even Damian’s eyebrow twitched.
“It’s true,” Jason grinned like a little devil. “They’ve gone on a date.”
Dick: “Ah-ha! I knew it—this is the power of love!”
Barbara: “Our Timmy’s all grown up.”
Stephanie covered her mouth, barely containing her laugh. Damian snorted but didn’t deny it.
Jason clapped. “So—c’mon. You all know what to do.”
They all nodded in unison, smirking.
"Alright, break." Jason declared.
They scattered like nothing had happened—leaving the two unaware leads still locked in a standoff, completely oblivious they'd just become the leads of a real-life romance drama.
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Three days later, Tim’s new “responsibility” disappeared from the hospital.
Tim didn’t believe it at first when he got the call.
The voice on the other end was like a block of ice shoved into his chest.
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She was gone.
It took Tim a few seconds to process. Then he bolted back to the Batcave and sat down at his main terminal.
He pulled up the security footage and rewound it frame by frame.
On screen—Nora lay motionless, pale as paper.
According to the doctors, even if she woke up, she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for two months. Walking was out of the question.
Tim fast-forwarded—until those green eyes opened.
He hit play.
Nora’s gaze wasn’t confused.
She looked side to side, checking her surroundings.
She lifted her hand, examined the monitor on her wrist, then turned to the other wires.
She touched her abdomen, gently pressing around—evaluating her internal injuries.
And then—without hesitation—she removed everything.
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She calmly unplugged the power. The noise stopped.
Tim’s eyes never left the screen.
She stood, slowly, with effort—but steady.
Nora walked to the door, opened it a crack, watched the hallway for five seconds, then gently closed it.
She moved to the window, drew back the curtains, checked the ground below.
Then she opened the window—
And vanished from view.
Tim stared at the empty screen.
He didn’t speak, but his hands moved fast across the keyboard, deleting every single backup and copy.
Thankfully, he was listed as the hospital's primary contact.
Thankfully, the police hadn’t requested the files yet.
He forced himself to stay calm, carefully overwriting all records.
This was a protocol he’d written long ago.
He’d never wanted to use it. But now—he had to.
Staring at the now-empty footage, he whispered:
“So… where did you go, Nora?”
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Tim paused.
He sat at his desk, fingers tapping the keys.
A few seconds later, a new address popped up on screen.
He said nothing. Just stood, and silently donned the Red Robin suit.
Gloves. Cape. Mask. Every piece in place.
His movements were smooth—like a soldier trained a thousand times—but his heart was tight with unease.
Red Robin left the Batcave and arrived at the address.
The house was ordinary—just another Gotham rental.
Tim stood at the door for several seconds, hesitating.
What if she was running a fever?
What if she passed out, and no one knew?
What if… she never woke up?
The thoughts stabbed into his mind like ice. He froze.
Tim took a deep breath—and decided to go in.
He quickly entered several codes he had previously cracked into the electronic lock.
Each beep made him more nervous.
Then—click.
The door opened.
It swung open slowly. Silence.
From the doorway, he had a clear view of the living room.
An empty floor. Cold-toned walls. And—
The person he was looking for, lying in the center.
Nora.
Golden hair spilled across the wooden floor like melted light.
Her hands were folded over her abdomen. Her breathing—barely visible.
Tim froze.
Every ounce of his trained calm shattered at the thought—“She might be dead.”
His throat went dry. Limbs went cold. His brain raced through emergency procedures and worst-case scenarios—
Then, the figure on the floor slowly opened her eyes.
Green eyes turned toward him.
No surprise.
As if she’d known he’d come.
“Get me a glass of water,” Nora said softly, voice weak but steady.
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and then Add to home screen.