Tim pulled up a file. “Dropped charges on two dozen people framed by corrupt cops. Reassigned funds from Blackgate’s slush fund to the victims of the Elliotton blast. They even rerouted a weapons shipment headed for the Penguin—sent it straight to a police evidence locker with a map of who paid for it.”
The CPY Signal
For Gotham.
At the bottom of every data breach was the same three letters: . And beneath them, a timestamp—always exactly 2:47 AM. The hour Bruce Wayne had died.
Not a gang. Not a rogue. A ghost.
Nightwing, Batgirl, Red Hood, and Robin stood on the clocktower’s edge, watching the rain wash over the city. A month had passed since the Court of Owls scattered, but a new symbol flickered across every screen in the city: .
“Correcting?” Jason snorted. “What are they, vigilantes for paperwork?” gotham knights cpy
“No,” Babs whispered. “Look at the signature.”