The Wayne Building has a special guest rest area, which is now reserved for students. The teacher leading the group said that they wanted to take a break, and the staff also provided afternoon tea and snacks, so the atmosphere in the rest area was very relaxed. A few children stood in front of the French window with electronic products in their hands, live-broadcasting the fire scene in the distance. Only a few people were fidgeting because of the location of the fire.

Among those fidgeting was Timothy Drake.

"Tim?" The little girl sitting next to him said while playing with her phone, "You don't look well. Are you hungry? Do you want a snack?"

Tim thought to himself, no matter how bad my complexion was, I wasn't as pale and panic-stricken as the teacher in charge and the employees passing by. Why didn't you pay attention to the adults around you?

"Thank you." He whispered, "I don't want to eat."

In his sight, the few adults crowded in the corner of the room. Occasionally someone knocked on the door and came in to serve tea and water. Every time the door was opened, their teacher's eyes would light up, and then she would bend down when she saw who was coming. She sat on the sofa and anxiously scrolled through her phone, occasionally looking up at the children, her eyes were empty, and she did not stop them even when a few young people at the window started to make a noise.

It was obvious that the lady's mind had already left the room.

What could be the problem? Is it related to the fire in Arkham? As time passed, Tim's thoughts developed from simple and ordinary to the plot of the movie, from "the teacher just had an emergency and couldn't leave the table" to "could it be a terrorist attack against the Wayne Group?" When his thoughts had expanded to how many locations in the building were suitable for installing bombs, the door of the lounge was knocked again.

The female teacher raised her head hopefully again.

This time, things did not disappoint her like the previous times.

The person who came in was a masked young man wearing a blue and black uniform. He was slender and polite, with a calm smile on his face. He greeted the adults as soon as he entered the door: "Hello, I hope I didn't disturb you guys. Did Mr. Fox mention me before?"

"Yes!" The teacher in charge stood up suddenly and was about to say something, but then he realized that there were students behind him, so he quickly restrained his expression and gestured awkwardly, "Let's...let's go to the tea room to talk?"

The young man who had "I am a super hero" written on his forehead was calm and composed in the eyes of the crowd, and said considerately: "No problem, you go first."

They pushed open the small door of the tea room next to them and walked in.

Tim took a deep breath and looked around nervously. No one noticed him.

"Tina, I need to go to the bathroom."

The girl said without even looking up: "Okay, I'll say hello for you when someone asks."

"Thank you."

The boy stood up and walked around the idle crowd. When he was close to the toilet, he turned and went to the tea room next to it. There was a water dispenser in front of the tea room. He held a disposable paper cup in his hand and bent down pretentiously. A sound from inside the small room came faintly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen during my visit to the Wayne Group. What's going on?"

"No one would have expected criminals to block the building." The young man who was talking to the teacher... was Dick Grayson, or people also called him Nightwing.

The current Blüdhaven vigilante was once the youngest member of a famous circus family called the Flying Graysons. Tim had seen him perform before and was so impressed that he recognized Nightwing without much research when he started to move in the city.

Getting to the bottom of things is one of his few hobbies. Especially when more and more cities have their own superheroes, Gotham is still in darkness, Tim can't help but pay most of his attention to this underage vigilante who occasionally comes back to help Commissioner Gordon.

As for the subsequent developments, if Tim had to describe it, he felt as if someone had suddenly pressed the triple speed fast forward button.

Gotham suddenly had his own knight - Batman.

The reputation of this vigilante has been surrounded by fog and fear since its inception. The news and speculations from different channels are confusing and false. For a long time, Tim almost really thought that the other party was a vampire or something else. In short, he didn't look like a human being.

Sometimes, when he looked at the police reports about some of the cases he solved with Batman, as well as some gossip he heard from criminals, he would often have these thoughts:

Is this something humans can do?!

He also investigated Bruce Wayne, after all, the timing of his appearance was too coincidental.

However, Baby Bruce's charming acting skills, a row of girlfriends who praised him endlessly, his confusing schedule and his non-Gothic identity all caused Tim great trouble.

It's like answering a confusing multiple-choice question. After filling in the four options, the poor student said, "None of them look right to me."

Until one day, Bruce Wayne adopted Richard Grayson.

Strange clues are increasing!

Does Wayne know that Grayson is Nightwing?

There was no reason why Nightwing would agree to be adopted if he didn't know, it didn't make sense.

If he knew, Wayne would have been connected to a masked vigilante.

Then the second problem arises.

What is the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Batman?

If they were one person, Batman would be a master of time management who could attend an Oscar ceremony.

Otherwise, it is known that Bruce Wayne adopted Nightwing, and from some traces at the crime scene, Batman and Nightwing are at least friendly. So, did Wayne and Batman raise Nightwing together? Or is Wayne a playboy on the surface, but actually funded more than one superhero...?

The former seems to carry some kind of horrible pornographic suggestion, while the latter makes Bruce Baby seem like a behind-the-scenes chess player who controls the situation in the United States. The common point is that they are both outrageous.

Tim was depressed. Tim gave up.

But today, the long-awaited opportunity arises again.

He was so excited that he almost forgot about the killer blocking the door of Wayne Building.

Regardless, Bruce Wayne is no simple character, and everyone's safety has been preliminarily guaranteed.

In the tea room, the conversation between the female teacher and Nightwing continued.

"Batman is on his way." Nightwing said, "Don't worry, things will be resolved soon. Until then, I... uh, and a companion will be responsible for protecting you."

The teacher in charge and Tim both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much," the female voice said. "I'm sorry. Due to my professional habits, I just didn't realize that you should be young - maybe only a few years older than my students. Anyway, I am very, very grateful, and I will always remember your efforts and help."

"...Thank you." Nightwing seemed a little uncomfortable and said after a slight pause, "Don't take it so seriously. I'm just helping Batman with some small tasks."

"But I've grown up long enough to know that there is no such thing as a helping hand without cost. The only difference is who chooses to bear the cost."

After the woman finished speaking, footsteps were heard from the door. Tim suddenly held the paper cup in his hand and straightened up, intending to quickly slip away. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw a red head only half a step away from him: "Have you heard enough?"

“…”

Timothy had a strong willpower and didn't scream out loud.

"Hello." He greeted the newcomer calmly, and quickly realized that this was the 'other companion' that Nightwing mentioned.

Under the Red Hood, Jason raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and then took it back: "Conscientious advice, knowing too many secrets is not a good thing."

He ran his palm over his neck.

No wonder Dick Grayson was so hesitant when talking about his companions, Tim thought. This action doesn't look like a professional superhero.

There's something wild about Red Hood.

Ten minutes later, Jason met Nightwing at the stairs, carrying Tim.

"What's wrong with you?" Nightwing asked, "Kidnapping a student?"

"I caught him eavesdropping on your conversation with that woman."

Tim thought about how to clear himself of suspicion of being a traitor. Finally, he decided to greet directly: "Hello, Nightwing. I mean, although it's not the first time I see you, you probably don't recognize me... Richard." In order to prevent even Red Hood from not knowing Dick's identity and exposing it in front of him, the young man deliberately chose the most inconspicuous name.

The next ten minutes of chaos were beyond anyone's imagination, somewhere between a fight and a group battle.

But no matter what, the misunderstanding was basically resolved, and the matter was irreversible. The follow-up verification could only wait for Batman to come back. And because Tim called out Dick's name at the first time and he was a young boy, Nightwing seemed to have some intention of considering him as one of his own.

Red Hood still looked at them coldly and said unhappily, "Okay, Mr. Grayson." He deliberately called Dick's last name, obviously understanding Tim's concerns, "I knew you were no good. What did Batman arrange?"

They are now using one-way audio and can hear the conversation between Batman and the criminals.

However, when Jason finished speaking, Nightwing's expression became visibly embarrassed: "He is chatting."

Red Hood: "...What the hell?"

Nightwing really didn't know how to retell a conversation on the theme of 'raising offspring' to two minors, especially when the protagonist of the incident was his adoptive father, so he could only say with a straight face: "Anyway, there is no mission now, Red Hood, go to the east window for alert, Mr. Timothy Drake, you--" In fact, it would be better to let them go back to the lounge, but just in case, what if this kid is not as kind as he looks? What if he publicizes Nightwing's identity? Although this possibility is very small, and if he wanted to do it, he would have done it long ago, but the risk is too high. So Dick was silent for a while before giving the options, "Either go back to find your classmates, or follow me and don't run around."

"I'll follow you." the boy said without hesitation.

He answered so confidently that Nightwing actually felt embarrassed.

"There will be danger around me."

But who can bear to miss seeing Batman? Not me, Tim thought. Even Sherlock Holmes had to take risks to find the truth.

"It's okay." He smiled at Nightwing, a very... very un-Ge Tan expression, "I can protect myself."

Then, after a long wait, a voice finally came from Nightwing's earphone: "Three o'clock. Action, Nightwing."

Tim's heartbeat began to speed up.

Nightwing leaped up, his movements not dissimilar to the circus boy Tim remembered jumping onto the stage: "Work, guys!"

Although he knew it had nothing to do with him, Tim still couldn't help asking, "What should I do?"

"Pfft. The key is to keep your confidence and be clever enough." Nightwing said, "You can learn from me."

**

Moses glided in the air with the help of his cloak, silently crossed the street and landed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Wayne Building.

He tapped his gloved knuckles against the glass.

A few seconds later, the window was opened from the inside. The first thing Batman did when he landed was to make sure that none of the three children were missing any limbs - wait, three children?

In short, the third minor could not have been the assassin of the Assassin's League, Deathstroke.

So for a brief moment, Tim almost felt like Batman's vision was dissecting him completely.

"Timothy Drake." This lone ranger who only appeared at night had a cautious look and a low and heavy voice. He had never appeared in Tim's memory. But the boy was not surprised that the other party could call out his name quickly. After all, that was Batman. Batman could do everything - this was the conclusion he came to after careful investigation and deduction, which was not so much a conclusion.

God is not omniscient and omnipotent.

Batman certainly has weaknesses and flaws, and it is impossible that he has never experienced failure. Maybe his entire personality is made up of a pile of tragic failures that people cannot witness.

But you just have the illusion that it's not surprising that he can do something incredible.

This strange sense of trust may be the reason why Nightwing is willing to stay with each other.

"Why are you here?"

Moses asked Tim, but looked at Nightwing and Red Hood.

"Where is the funeral bell?"