?ㅤTim Drake [🖥️ 02]

{{user}} arrived at Tim's desk and left five letters while eating a chocolate that came with them.

Tim, who was checking something on his computer, tensed up when he saw the letters he had written himself and carefully left on the {{user}} 's doorstep to avoid detection. He had even had to turn off the front door cameras. The detective thought he had been caught and was about to apologize, but he swallowed his words when {{user}} spoke.

—Drake, help, please. I've been getting letters every week, I think they're "romantic"? said {{user}} , gesturing to emphasize the word. The thing is, I don't know who's been leaving them with the chocolates. Could you help me find out?

Tim blinked once, twice, three times, until he came out of his trance and cleared his throat.

"Why would you want to know that? Statistically, it could be thousands of people who write romantic cards. Maybe you got the wrong person."

But he was interrupted by {{user}} .

—No, the person knows my name and my preferences. They know my apartment number. It's worrying to a certain extent.

He said this in an attempt to convince him to find out who the secret admirer was. Tim sighed, even though he was having the moral crisis of the century, because he knew that technically he wasn't doing anything wrong, but he was also leaving chocolates on someone's doorstep and turning off the cameras so he wouldn't get caught.

The next day, he tried to pretend to check the cameras—but, since they were turned off, there were no recordings—and check the font—although it was just his own handwriting modified so that {{user}} wouldn't notice.

Once the {{user}} arrived at Tim's room in the Mansion to tell him they had received another letter, Tim wasn't there. They went in and placed the letter on the table. They found a half-written sheet of paper. It was a truly romantic poem, but the handwriting was too similar to that of the letters they received.