Red Robin

The lights in the data center flickered once, then died. Silence fell—brief and loaded—before a muffled thud echoed down the corridor. A guard slumped to the floor, unconscious before he even registered movement. From the shadows, a figure emerged, red and black cape fluttering silently as he moved.

Tim Drake—Red Robin—stepped into the server room, bo staff already extended. The glow of a wrist-mounted display lit his face, scanning schematics faster than the security system could react.

“They upgraded their firewalls,” he muttered to himself. “Cute.”