Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 12:13:38 GMT -5
Gotham’s crime scene had been exceptionally quiet tonight. So quiet, in fact, he ended up finishing his patrol route sooner than expected… The Bat actually managing to earn a few precious moments of incredibly rare downtime once back inside the Batcave. Of course, there was no such thing as “downtime” for the Dark Knight – just prioritized time.
After removing his mask to let it hang from the back of is cape’s cowl like a bat-shaped hoodie, Bruce sat down before his massive, high-tech, multi-screened supercomputer. As he started pulling up streaming bits of data information for dozens of crime case files he kept documentation of, he began to notice minor adjustments someone had recently made to the server settings, as well as newly granted permission access to history logs. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind as to who had been using his computer, bypassing basic security codes to access documented case files, cleaning out the history logs to cover any tracks. Tim.
A ghost whisper of smile came upon his lips – he had to hand it to his young protégé for being skilled enough to hack into the supercomputer’s data base. Sure, Tim hacked the lowest level of security which didn’t grant him much, not to mention was sloppy in erasing his digital footprints – amateur computer hacking, at best. But, given the boy’s age and keen sense of intuition with a quick ability to apply newly learned skills – Tim was definitely way ahead of where Bruce had been when he was the same age in understanding technology. Not like Bruce would ever share such a fact with the boy.
Just because it would next to impossible for Tim to ever hear Bruce utter a semblance of a compliment, didn’t mean he still wouldn’t be hearing choice words that definitely took notice in his recent computer activities. Given it was a school night, Tim had returned back to the Manor, leaving Bruce’s to finish the patrol route alone, once it hit curfew. School night curfew be damned! Didn’t matter - this needed to be addressed with Tim, now.
< BATCAVE. NOW. >
The harshness of his text message was sent to deliberately set off Tim’s alarm, having been sent to his Robin comm-link. His growled rage was unmistakable, even if hidden in the form of a comm-link text. Bruce gave the boy a total of 5 minutes to get down there before he would really let the shit hit the fan. So much for downtime, right?
After removing his mask to let it hang from the back of is cape’s cowl like a bat-shaped hoodie, Bruce sat down before his massive, high-tech, multi-screened supercomputer. As he started pulling up streaming bits of data information for dozens of crime case files he kept documentation of, he began to notice minor adjustments someone had recently made to the server settings, as well as newly granted permission access to history logs. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind as to who had been using his computer, bypassing basic security codes to access documented case files, cleaning out the history logs to cover any tracks. Tim.
A ghost whisper of smile came upon his lips – he had to hand it to his young protégé for being skilled enough to hack into the supercomputer’s data base. Sure, Tim hacked the lowest level of security which didn’t grant him much, not to mention was sloppy in erasing his digital footprints – amateur computer hacking, at best. But, given the boy’s age and keen sense of intuition with a quick ability to apply newly learned skills – Tim was definitely way ahead of where Bruce had been when he was the same age in understanding technology. Not like Bruce would ever share such a fact with the boy.
Just because it would next to impossible for Tim to ever hear Bruce utter a semblance of a compliment, didn’t mean he still wouldn’t be hearing choice words that definitely took notice in his recent computer activities. Given it was a school night, Tim had returned back to the Manor, leaving Bruce’s to finish the patrol route alone, once it hit curfew. School night curfew be damned! Didn’t matter - this needed to be addressed with Tim, now.
< BATCAVE. NOW. >
The harshness of his text message was sent to deliberately set off Tim’s alarm, having been sent to his Robin comm-link. His growled rage was unmistakable, even if hidden in the form of a comm-link text. Bruce gave the boy a total of 5 minutes to get down there before he would really let the shit hit the fan. So much for downtime, right?