They waited nine whole months.
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Quiet like a wall—a wall that blocked out emotion, people, and all retreat.
He spent most of his time in front of the Batcomputer. Not for missions or tracking targets—he was more like a living data-sorting machine.
When he wasn’t there, he sat beside the cryo-chamber.
The glass coffin stood silently in a chamber of the Batcave, like a shrine. Nora lay inside, her golden hair frozen in frost, her features calm as ever.
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No one knew what he was thinking.
Some tried to approach, but they could only go as far as the chamber’s edge. Any further, and it felt like stepping onto an island he’d built around himself.
He almost completely stopped seeing Finn.
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But Tim never appeared.108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ63Yw5tzkhp
Eventually, even Finn went quiet.
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He barely slept anymore.
The coffee cups on his desk were never clean—one after another. He drank too fast, as if trying to burn himself awake, to sear his soul down to the last inch, just for that one phrase: "Any information on Nora Virell."
Sometimes he’d close his eyes for a few minutes in front of the computer, but he never truly lay down.
One night, Alfred placed a blanket on his desk without a word—just gently laid it there. Tim didn’t react. A few seconds later, he quietly folded it and put it away, unused.
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No one knew what to do.
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Nine months passed.108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Zs21dUNAu
Only the sound of waiting echoed in the depths of the cave.
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That day, the Batcave was as quiet as ever.
Tim sat in front of the Batcomputer, his eyes blank, staring at the screen.108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLjaLFgVbV
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The air seemed to tear open.
A flash of green light split the space like a fissure. On the floor beside the Batcomputer, a glowing green door, about a meter high, appeared out of nowhere—spinning, humming, pulsing with unpredictable energy.
Everyone turned.108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklKhz3goPi
Their hearts all leapt.
"I’m heeere~ guys! Miss meee?~~"
The voice arrived even before the door did—cheeky and smug, unmistakably familiar.
Bat-Mite had finally arrived.
He tumbled out of the portal upside-down, dressed in a chaotic mix of space-travel gear, spinning and waving as a glowing green tail trailed behind him.
Bruce stepped forward immediately, blocking his path, his face etched with distrust.
"Report."
His voice was as cold and sharp as ever, eyes scanning Bat-Mite like a threat.
Bat-Mite’s eyes lit up: "Waaahhh! It’s my idol himself, oh my god!"
He instantly spun in place three times, giddy as popcorn in a kettle: "I got scolded by my idol! I’m so happy! I spent so much time exploring other universes and found a reaaally good story!"
Everyone in the Bat-family reacted differently—some chuckled, some rolled their eyes—but no one walked away.
Because they all knew: this noisy little imp might be bringing hope.
Leila stepped forward, standing between Bruce and Bat-Mite.108Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkjB9cMe32v
She signed seriously: "What story?"
Bat-Mite instantly sobered, his eyes gleaming:
"I used your keywords to search the entire multiverse. I didn’t find any videos, no photos... but I did find one pending retrieval record!"
His speech raced forward—like nine months of pent-up excitement had finally found a release.
"In a highly advanced universe, there was an item registered under the name 'Nora Virell.' That name—it was the access code!"
The room fell silent.
Everyone exchanged looks, hearts pounding audibly.
Tim’s blue eyes widened. He leaned forward slightly, lips trembling—as if afraid to believe, or to interrupt.
Leila signed again: "So you went to that universe?"
Bat-Mite nodded fiercely: "Yup yup! That universe was super cool—warships everywhere, floating cities! I almost got blown up, they thought I was an intruder!"
"I went to their historical museum to retrieve the item—but their AI clerk couldn’t find it at first. Said the file was archived, the format outdated—basically every excuse in the book!"
Leila asked, "Why did it take so long?"
Bat-Mite waved his antennae: "Because it was classified as... a Founding-Era Relic! Hahahaha! Even the AI freaked out! Said it was registered when the museum was first established!"
The Bat-family all exchanged stunned looks. A surreal feeling rippled through their minds.
Leila paused, then asked:
"Excuse me... how long ago was that?"
Bat-Mite puffed up proudly and replied with perfect ease:
"Mmm~ not too long—by Earth time… just thirteen thousand, two hundred and forty-seven years ago~"
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and then Add to home screen.