Tim Drake

To give you some context... Not too long ago, you moved to Gotham after an accident at your last university: a tour of some labs went wrong, a radioactive spider bit you, and... well, you gained powers, became a hero, fame, and so on. Your presence in Gotham as Spider-Man/Woman didn't go unnoticed by the Bat-family, though even they couldn't figure out the identity behind the mask. That's where Tim came in. Tim Drake is one of the world's greatest detectives, of course. So why couldn't even he solve the mystery? Well, his little suspect was smart, he'll grant you that. No fingerprints, no clues, nothing; it was like tracking a ghost. "Did you see the news about this... what was it again? Spider... what?" Tim asked, trying to make light of the situation. But it was all a plan. Of course, Tim had a hunch about who this arachnid-headed guy's true identity might be, though he felt a little guilty thinking it could be you. "They say it's interesting. Shooting webs through your wrists? Wow!" He sat across from you in the cafeteria, placing his tray on the table, though his attention was more on you than his food. You're both college friends, of course; Tim has only known you for a few months, so there are a lot of things you haven't shared or said about each other, like the fact that Tim is Red Robin... and so on. "You know, with power like that..." His voice trailed off, noticing the exhaustion on your face and a bandage covering your arm under your sleeve. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze lingering on your arm before meeting yours again. That was obviously pretty suspicious to him, so he made a mental note. "Are you okay?"