Just as Claire was still scrambling for a coherent explanation, Nightwing suddenly pulled out a small notepad and pen.
Yes. A real notepad. And a real pen.
Claire had a flash of thought:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JEyZHAZeD
Where the hell was that even stored? Vein-based stationary system? Interdimensional pocket?
Nightwing’s expression was earnestly professional.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2cMgU0FN1S
“Miss, can you tell me what’s been happening in your home?”
That tone was too sincere. It made Claire feel like she’d just become the designated town lunatic in a police report.
Still, she pushed ahead.
“Something gets stolen every night… but there’s never any sign of a break-in. So I figured… maybe it’s a ghost.”
—Not technically a lie.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnERJ3nY4hV
In her mind, what was being stolen was the future.
She said “ghost,” but she really meant time.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkqJ3T282JI
She glanced at their faces, half-hoping she still passed for “eccentric but manageable,” not “Gotham mental ward, tier three.”
Nightwing frowned. A real, honest-to-Bat frown. Then he scribbled something into his notebook.
Claire had a brief urge to ask whether it synced to the cloud. Otherwise, this whole report was getting wiped clean at the next reset.
“What exactly has gone missing?” he asked.
Claire hesitated. “My… my chocolate bagel dough.”
That came out embarrassingly quiet.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuol8RPUVv9
She was praying it wouldn’t get her filed under “Midnight Breakdown #4972 – Female, Late 20s, Delusional Pastry Narrative.”
Yes. Her chocolate bagel dough had turned into plain dough.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt289WX2mxX
The perfect ratio. The delicate chill-proofed aroma.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6iROYnvYYI
Erased. Like someone hit CTRL+Z on her effort.
This wasn’t just bagel theft.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡekGwalMkiF
This was a heist on her will to live.
Nightwing’s brow furrowed harder. He started writing more. In bold.
Robin, meanwhile, looked like a school kid forced to sit through a lecture on the French Revolution. His face folded in confusion, perfectly symmetrical.
“Did you hear any noises at night?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm47d1nNeYe
“No.” Claire shook her head. “I sleep on the third floor. It was quiet. That’s why I thought… ghost.”
Nightwing nodded again. Took another full page of notes.
“Anything else missing? Any broken locks or signs of tampering?”
“Nope.”
And then came a full string of follow-up questions.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxc1eS8T2x4
She almost told him to stop.
It was way too procedural. She was starting to suspect Nightwing actually had a login to Gotham’s police database.
Just when Claire was about to crack from this paranormal bagel audit, both of them suddenly paused. Lifted their heads. Listened.
Then glanced at each other.
Robin bit his lip, like a kid who knew he was about to get caught.
Nightwing sighed and patted his head.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBxiL5N6p4a
“Batman’s here to pick you up.”
Then he turned to Claire. Still polite. Still sincere.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaMS72s6SP
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am. I’ll continue investigating. Hopefully, we’ll find a resolution soon.”
Claire nodded. She couldn’t not nod.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFeVCalRHMq
When a guy in a mask, with shoulders like that, speaks to you like a trauma counselor, you nod.
They walked to the window. Waved.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2A1E1j8y3G
Like two city contractors who’d just finished fixing your plumbing at midnight.
Then they swung away.
Claire closed the window in a daze.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlQfXNYPK6E
She felt like an NPC who’d just wrapped a side quest she didn’t know she’d started.
She climbed back into bed.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgUo3P1Bve6
Closed her eyes slowly.
A final thought floated to the surface:
So… Batman really does come to this part of town at night.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4wEFvPMFFk
To pick up his kid, no less.
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Claire opened her eyes.
She was back.
Same jazz music.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMjqZVAbIQ
Same crease in the pillow.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzGRrR65iq
Even the sunlight hit the bed in exactly the same slant as before.
She sat up, and a ridiculous thought crept into her head:
—Technically, she could just keep booking hotel rooms forever.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9AXcIBHsLX
Live the dream. Sleep for free.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD8pVe0SZSd
No bills. No consequences.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKQdMz3S2S
Time would reset before the credit card charge even processed.
“Calm down, Claire. You’re a law-abiding citizen,” she said to herself, with the conviction of someone who needed to believe it.
Just because the world had no tomorrow, didn’t mean you got to have no principles.
She decided to head to the café. Her morning existential spiral was basically on a schedule now, and the bagels never came out before ten anyway.
Which meant—almost certainly—that the blue-eyed cop would show up again.
And sure enough, right on the dot, ten o’clock.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSo41hAVwob
The door swung open.
Claire looked at him.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsB1HmvCsx
Those eyes.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsiYksm68ZM
Something about them felt familiar.
Had she seen them before? Or was it just that “default human template” kind of face? Was that a thing?
Before he could even speak, Claire opened a paper bag and handed over the exact number of bagels, pulling them from the tray with the ease of a choreographed routine.
The blue-eyed officer blinked. “How’d you know how many I wanted?”
Claire shrugged. “Hmm… psychic powers?”
He blinked again. Not suspicious, just processing—like someone who’d seen a lot of weird things in the city, but still needed a second.
“Don’t overthink it,” Claire said.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHMTHDiL2mV
“Just a guess. Go on, now.”
But he didn’t leave right away.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkn2KeRwYy
He lingered for a beat, then stepped up to the counter.
“I’m Richard Grayson,” he said. “Call me Dick. If you ever need anything… I’m around.”
Claire nodded, but something inside her tensed.
It was the first time—the very first time—since the resets began that someone had told her their full name.
The first time a stranger had reached through this infinite loop and offered something—anything—that could’ve carried into tomorrow.
Even if she knew, for her, tomorrow wouldn’t come.
Dick turned and walked out, shoulders back, that easy gait of a man who belonged in black-and-white detective films.
Claire watched him go.
There was something about that silhouette, too.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIBZHUWHmg0
Something she swore she’d seen before.
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and then Add to home screen.