The days after Christmas were quite leisurely. Before long, Baia received the rewards for her missions from "Heart Like Winter," and Nora woke up. Because of this, she made a special trip to Gotham Hospital to see the beautiful woman with white hair. She hadn't left the intensive care unit yet, so Baia could only watch from afar.
Nora always seemed to gaze at pictures of Dr. Fries in a daze. While Baia sighed at the beauty of their love, she couldn't help but feel regretful for Mr. Freeze. After all, no one can escape the consequences of their actions. Regardless, she still hoped they would reunite soon.
Due to the post-holiday break, Tim hadn't gone to school temporarily. Bruce had already arranged for Baia to attend school once the holidays were over.
Damian refused to play house with other foolish human pups at elementary school. Considering his situation, which was not suitable for interaction with ordinary children at the moment, Bruce arranged for him to have a private tutor.
"Witch, you better come and see Drake."
Baia was leaning on her chin at the desk in the study, with a half-cold coffee beside her, trying hard to complete the new reading list Professor Greene had given her. At the mention of this, she looked up at Damian.
This was quite rare.
It could be said that Damian's relationship with Tim hadn't significantly improved over time. One reason was that, although Batman tried to make Damian Robin, the frequency of Nightwing accompanying Batman on patrols increased rather than decreased. This was because either the new Robin was grounded or on the way to being grounded.
Damian could only watch as Drake followed Batman into the Batmobile, silently eating lemons.
Although Tim had long passed the age of excitement over patrolling with Batman, watching Damian's expression of having swallowed a fly made him feel a new sense of amusement from the situation.
"What's wrong with Tim?"
"It's hard to say," the boy said, arms crossed. "He hasn't left the Batcave for a day and night. Just now, I was training, and he suddenly collapsed on the console. I thought he had been attacked by something."
"Goodness," Baia didn't know whether to worry or make fun, "Does he want to die so much?"
"Tsk, only Red Robin and Drake, the idiot, would enjoy committing suicide," Damian turned his head, "Today, I'm going to patrol with Father."
Baia was about to rush to the Batcave when Damian reluctantly told her that he had already taken Tim back to his own room.
The girl blinked her eyes, feeling that the demon brat was sometimes tough on the outside but soft-hearted inside.
Three minutes later, she found out that Damian's "taken back to the room" literally meant "taken back to the room."
Seeing Tim lying on the ground, it was highly probable that he had been dragged and dumped at the bedroom door while still wearing his cape. Baia first checked his health and condition, finding that he seemed to have just fallen asleep because he was too tired, so she relaxed.
The boy's breathing was steady and long, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks, and his long bangs covering his eyes slightly. If it weren't for the improper posture, it would have had a peaceful feeling of "all is well."
Baia hesitated for a moment, feeling it was better not to wake him up.
The girl struggled to drag Red Robin from the ground to the bed. Although he still had the physique of a teenager and didn't give the same sinking feeling as Dick and Jason did, Tim was definitely not light, especially since he was still in uniform.
System: Who do you think would be more embarrassed if he woke up now?
Baia: "You know, with you being so quiet these past few days, my life has become much better." System: Oops!
In the evening, because she was worried about Tim, Baia sneaked into his room again.
The door wasn't closed properly, and as soon as she reached the door, she heard the sound of typing inside.
As soon as Baia knocked on the door, Tim "slammed" shut the laptop.
Those blue eyes, still somewhat confused, looked at Baia. Tim had changed out of his uniform, but he was still lying on the bed, with equipment scattered all over the place, blending in with the orderly chaos of the room. Baia guessed that he had started working on the computer at the bedside as soon as he woke up, without even considering why he had teleported from the Batcave to his own bedroom as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Dami said you passed out in the Batcave," Baia pointed out, hoping Tim would repent and change his habits.
Tim raised his head to look at her, with a mild and innocent smile, and reopened the computer. "Damian was exaggerating. I just fell asleep."
"That means you're very clear about how you got back upstairs, right?"
"Hmm... maybe a kind house elf helped me?" Tim rubbed his chin, pretending to think for a moment, then reached for the mug on the bedside table, only to realize belatedly that there was no coffee in it, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly.
Damian. Kind. House elf. Wayne. The praise he didn't want was given to himself by Damian.
Baia was a little angry because Tim didn't take care of himself, but she couldn't scold him, so she puffed up her cheeks and looked at him angrily. Having experienced countless Bat-glaring and demon-brat murderous gazes, he was completely immune to Baia's bluffing eyes, but still felt a little guilty.
Actually, Tim usually knew what he was doing and wouldn't push himself to this point.
"What's going on?" Baia pushed the files on Tim's desk aside, tiptoed to sit on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs as she looked at him.
"Yesterday, an unknown person hacked into Wayne Enterprises' accounts and withdrew thirty million," it was like pulling Tim's tiger's whiskers, besides provoking him, there was no reason why the other party would do this. The boy gritted his teeth, "The message said it was a loan, and it would be paid back in a few days. And it was signed."
The girl leaned forward slightly, a little curious, "Signed by whom?"
"...WayneTechSucks," Tim said bitterly.
Okay, this wasn't just pulling Tim's tiger's whiskers, this was dancing in Tim's forbidden zone.
At that moment, the system's notification sounded.
[Main Mission: Red Can Herbal Tea] Help the unexpected superhero who came here leave this universe. Note: Even geniuses find it difficult, this is well known.
Baia's reaction after reading it was, "What's the reward?"
System: Can't you be more noble? Stop thinking about rewards all the time! Baia: "But wasn't it you who tempted me with rewards at the beginning?" System: You're so passive, what can I do? But anyway, the main mission is more complicated, just do it, you won't lose out!
Baia didn't engage with the system anymore but pondered for a moment. The timing and description of this mission seemed to imply that the "unexpected superhero" was the mysterious hacker Tim had been tracking for a day and a night.
This mission was like "Saving Bluebird," with a map, but the exact location would only be shown when they were within a kilometer, and it still relied on Tim.
"Did you track him down?" Baia leaned over to Tim's laptop, which had a bat symbol on it, indicating that it was a very powerful machine that was slightly overheated at the moment. "If I hadn't fallen asleep in the Batcave, I would have caught him." Tim sighed, "His methods are indeed strong. Every time I thought I had traced his real IP, I would find out it was a trap, and he even implanted a backdoor program. But the Batcomputer is fortified by WayneTech, and he can't intrude here."
Both sides were human, and in the process of constant tracking and counterattacks, both sides consumed their energy. Later, the opponent obviously couldn't hold on, and their means of resistance became much more mechanical. It should have switched to some kind of AI.
If given a little more time, completely cracking the opponent's program wouldn't be a problem for Tim.
"But it seems he doesn't need to infiltrate the Batcave to defeat our Red Robin." Baia smirked.
Being seen by Damian for passing out due to lack of sleep was also considered one of Tim's black history.
"Baia?" Tim blinked. "Goldfinch—"
When Tim looked at you with his blue eyes so seriously and attentively, very few people could refuse his request. But the green-eyed girl looked back at him with a pure, puzzled look.
"Do you think what you need right now is a goldfinch?" Baia put her hand on his shoulder, asked with a serious tone, and then took the computer from Tim, which was heavier than she had imagined. "What you need is dinner and a good night's sleep. You can continue tomorrow when you wake up."
Tim didn't think sleep was a waste of life. On the contrary, he enjoyed it very much. But not now, not when he was halfway through a showdown with this shameless intruder.
However, Baia was very firm and stubborn, clearly expressing her attitude.
If Tim really wanted to continue, he could use the Batcomputer underground, but that wouldn't be good.
"If he really does as he says and returns the money," Tim said eagerly, "then I've set up a dragnet within Wayne Enterprises' intranet. I really look forward to seeing what kind of person he is."
But, regardless, in the end, Tim still got the goldfinch.
After dinner, Baia finally met Black Canary for the second time, this time as her introductory combat instructor.
Since the uniform incident was put on the agenda, Baia had been following Tim and the others for basic training. Although she couldn't say her physical fitness was extraordinary, at least she could run and jump, unlike a few months ago when a gust of wind could blow her away.
Baia's first realization about everything was: she didn't know her talent yet, but Damian was really a terrible teacher.
Just as she was worrying about a dodging move she couldn't understand, Damian coldly snorted and said he could do that move at the age of four. Just think about how much it made you want to punch him.
But you couldn't beat him up, so you had to rely on annoying the demon brat to barely survive.
With Black Canary, who was both cool and gentle, and very beautiful, Baia's motivation to learn increased significantly.
She even took the opportunity to run over and ask for a hug.
System: Ugh, you're still shameless, you have no shame! Baia: "Although, but, Dinah sis is really amazing...!"
To some extent, Baia's training intensity was much higher than Tim's when he first started, mainly because of her skills, she wouldn't get hurt at all.
Baia even found time to brush up on her Canary Cry for Tim, forming some kind of strange perpetual motion machine.