Tires screeched against the pavement. A red bike slid across the ground on its side, and Robin kicked off from it as it neared the front entrance of Gotham City Radio’s headquarters. When he burst into the front lobby, two secretaries visibly jumped in their seats. Alfred’s voice was guiding him as he ran towards a door labeled “Stairs”.

“Continue to the bottom floor of the parking lot.” The butler’s voice buzzed in. “Among the smaller ones, there should be two large columns that hold up the frame of the building.”

Robin kicked the door open and vaulted across the handrails. He landed three floors below, and rushed into the parking lot. The two columns were there, both equally spaced across the building’s area. While other, smaller columns were also holding up the building, the two large ones seemed like the most likely targets.

If the creature behind all of this was smart, the explosives could have been placed anywhere else. After all, this was just a diversion. The whole building didn’t need to be blown up. Just one bomb hidden in a potted plant could kill dozens in an office. But, as much as Tim hated it, if that were the case, then he’d already lost. While he was never one to like gambling, he had to take his shot that the bombs were exactly where he’d expect them to be. And as he neared the closest of the two columns, he saw an inconspicuous looking cardboard box. It was almost… too easy.

When he lifted the box, he saw the bomb inside. Its detonator was one of the more advanced kinds, but Tim had seen it before in training. He took out the defusal kit on his utility belt, and began fumbling away at the device. As he unscrewed a lid, he could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple as gentle as a bird. It's wet path left a cold streak on his face. When he began lifting and sorting through the wires to look for the one he wanted, he noticed his hands trembling. It wasn't like him. He didn't know how to react to it. The wire he needed to cut was right there in front of him.

Keep it together. He thought to himself. Maybe it was a mistake to have left Bruce out of this. Maybe he should have listened to Alfred. Maybe Batman could have made it in time. Maybe-

The sound of a satisfying snip sent ease through Tim’s shoulders. He knew the bomb was defused now. There was no visible signal, as the detonator had no mounted clock. Nor was there an audible beeping that had stopped, since it didn’t have a sound module either. He just knew he had defused it successfully, because he’d done it a hundred times in training before.

As he got over to the second column, he saw yet another inconspicuous looking object. A plastic bag, filled with garbage, had another explosive hidden inside it. Again, it was too easy, almost eerily so. Tim was about to begin working on this one, when he realized that he had just over a minute left. The previous one had taken him almost double that time to defuse, and although he was confident in his abilities, he knew it was impossible to beat that record. He had to think of something. He had to act.

Tim tucked the bomb under his arm and bolted back towards the stairs.

“Alfred,” He spoke into his comm’s piece. “How tall do those blueprints say the radio tower on the roof is?”

“The tower itself is 95 feet tall.”

As he got to the stairs, Robin fired his grappling gun at the highest set of handrails that he could see. He zipped up to it, and repeated the process again, shooting his grappling gun at the highest railing visible to him from there. Once more, and he had made it all the way to the top of the building. The door leading out of the staircase burst open as he tackled it with his shoulder, and he was out in the bitter cold of the rooftops again. The famous radio tower on top of the GCR stood tall and proud against the city. Although the building itself wasn’t very big, the radio tower was impressive in its own might. Robin fired his grappling gun again, and with a few swings and jumps, landed on the tip of the tower. By his count, he had about five seconds. If his calculations (and identification of the explosive type) were right, his plan had a chance of working.

“Bruce is going to kill me for this.” He sighed. There'd be time for that later.

He swung his arm into the air, lurching his entire shoulder into the throw. As the bomb went straight up, Robin stepped off from the tower and fell straight down. The package exploded into a blossom of fire behind him, and the snowflakes all around were lit up in a golden flash as he descended. He deployed his cape and landed on the ground, safe, but shooken up. He began to stand up and sigh in relief, but the loud croaking of metal sent the hair on his neck standing.

The tower had been damaged, and it looked worse than he’d expected it to. Although it was in one piece, a part of it was breaking off from the rest of the frame. It had bent out of shape and was leaning over the streets far below, swinging from side to side in the fierce wind as if threatening to fall. It needed to be pulled back and anchored against the tower, but Robin knew he didn’t have the strength to do that. No mere human had the manpower to pull off such a feat.

The bike! Robin’s thoughts exclaimed. It had a towing line installed into its back. Although it didn’t have the strength to bend steel, the piece that was dangling over the street could easily be pulled back if he could get his motorbike up here.

Robin dove off from the side of the street, and once again used his cape to land safely on the ground, this time on the streets.

His bike was still there, and a group of civilians had cautiously formed a large circle around it. When he landed next to it, everyone began to back away immediately. As soon as he lifted the bike back onto its wheels, people were already clearing the way for him across the streets, but he didn’t turn around and head for the roads. He got on the bike, and drove it straight into the front lobby.

When he burst in through the front door, the same secretaries from earlier screamed at the top of their lungs (it seemed that they were dialing for 911 after the explosion), and Robin kept driving his bike until he made it into the staircase. It was very cramped, and he had to ride with his front wheel streaking across the walls as he made each turn. The bumpy ride up the stairs was slower than he had expected it, so he twisted the handles of his bike and began glide on and off the walls as he spiraled up. The roaring monstrosity he rode snaked its way up the stairs, and the sound (amplified by the enclosed space) was so loud that anyone daring to use stairs was scared off. When he finally made it to the top, he rode the bike straight out of the door leading to the rooftop.

Tim stood the bike up against its support, and pulled the towing line out from behind it. With the line around his arm, he climbed up to the tower and tied it around the metal hunk. The piece was beginning to grow more and more distant from the main body of the tower. He shuddered to think of what would happen if he hesitated a moment longer.

When he jumped down and climbed onto his bike, he wasted not a second in revving up the engine. The bike struggled against the weight, but it was slowly and surely moving forward, pulling the metal hunk back onto the tower. When it was close enough, Robin left the bike as it was, and the automated controls kept the bike moving forward at an even pace.

“Almost done.” He muttered to himself. Once he climbed back onto the tower, he began using the steel-lined rope from his utility belt to tie the metal hunk in place.

After a few knots, the metal piece was firmly tied against the main frame of the tower. The part that had begun to bend out of shape no longer had all of the weight it previously did. Although it looked like a shoddy job, it seemed stable. Tim stopped for a moment to let out a sigh of relief, hoping not to be interrupted this time. But now, a news helicopter had begun to float on by, with its blinding lights fixed on the Boy Wonder. He climbed down once again, detached his towing line (the steel-rope he used was enough to keep the metal hunk in place) and drove his bike off to the nearest rooftop below.

One after the other, he kept driving off the rooftops until he finally made it to the street level. As he sped away into the night, he checked the transmission of the tracker he’d placed on the shipping container earlier. The signal was lost. Robin cursed under his breath.