Batman rarely went out during the day. Whenever he chose to appear in Gotham City in daylight, it meant he had something extremely important to do—for example, catching the car thieves who had pried off his tires.
Batman was not particularly angry about his Batmobile tires being stolen. He found it absurd instead. Someone capable of independently cracking the Batmobile's security system could only make a living as a car thief in Gotham. This city truly was magical in the worst possible way.
Finding the thieves' hideout was not difficult for Batman. Clearly, the two petty criminals who had pried off the tires were nowhere near as skilled at counter-surveillance as they were with technology. Before long, Batman had tracked them to a basement at the end of an alley off Rolling Heads Street.
This underground base barely had any security measures. Batman slipped inside without much effort and found the tire hanging on the wall, still not yet dealt with.
Under normal circumstances, Batman should have waited here for the rabbit to return, then arrested the owner of the place.
That had been Batman's original plan. But while waiting for the thief to return, he had nothing better to do, so he began investigating the base.
The more he investigated, the more confused he became. Every sign suggested that the people living here were not adults, but several children.
It was easy enough to tell. The floor was not wooden boards or tile, but loose sand and dirt. The footprints had not been properly cleared away, and one glance showed they did not belong to adults. The tools on the workbench had also left fingerprints behind. Every piece of evidence showed that whoever used them was a child under ten.
Along with his surprise, Batman could not help entertaining