Tim told them both everything he had uncovered, then looked up at Miaomiao's solemn face.
"Dick and his partner have investigated practically every underground operation in Blüdhaven-black market dealings, human trafficking rings. They ruled all of them out and came up empty. Their superiors have all but given up, but Dick won't let it go. Every day the killer remains at large is another day there could be more victims."
But sheer effort and refusal to give up weren't always enough to succeed.
With no one to help him, Dick investigated alone. He had pushed himself for over a week and still found nothing.
There was no enemy to fight, no lead to follow. All you could do was watch helplessly as danger lurked between the two cities, never knowing who the next victim would be or when it would strike.
That helplessness was far more crushing than facing even the most vicious villain head-on.
Miaomiao pieced all the information together, unable to hide her surprise. "Even Dick couldn't find anything?"
He was the Robin who had spent the longest at Batman's side, the one with the most combat experience! Even after leaving his role as Batman's sidekick to strike out on his own as Nightwing, an independent superhero, he had done exceptionally well. He had long since become an outstanding hero.
"The scariest thing isn't how powerful your opponent is. It's not even knowing what you're fighting."
A voice came from the doorway.
It was Damian.
When he noticed the others were nowhere to be seen, he had come looking for them and happened to catch the last part of their conversation.
Miaomiao remembered how Dick had looked that morning, leaning back in his chair, his fingertips unconsciously pressing against his throbbing temples, undisguisable exhaustion filling his eyes.
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