That night Tim and Bruce scoured the city. Sounds of police sirens in the distance echoed through th streets, but no bat signal shone through the sky, and priority lay here. Tim was quiet as Bruce had ever seen him as he swept the area of Stephanie's attack, looking for anything of use.
"So she just said no? And left?" Tim clarified for the one-hundredth time as he searched.
"Yes" Bruce bit out, voice gruff behind the cape and the cowl. Tim shook his head
"That doesn't seem right, she loved being batgirl more than anything" he argued back for the one-hundredth time. Batman didn't even dignify him with a response as they moved to the next street.
"Women are confusing creatures Robin" he said nonchalantly, although he was a bit surprised at her decision. He expected her to jump right on board but thats not fair he supposed they had all wronged each other. It didn't matter now, they had bigger things to worry about, like the villain they were currently seeking. Another thing he didn't understand was that there had been little to no villains who stopped terrorizing people at one victim. Especially when he knew who the victim was and what they were. That left Bruce with only one explanation. One of them was next, and he'd be damned if he let that happen. As the pair were about to leave and start for the next alleyway a dark glint caught Bruce's eye. He kneeled by it and picked it up with his heavily gloved fingers. Staring up at him in a perfect replica of rubber and plastic, was his mask.