Knights Cpy — 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.

“No,” said Dick. “Maybe… Gotham doesn’t need just knights anymore. Maybe it needs a silent copy too.” gotham knights cpy

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.” At the bottom of every data breach was

Not a gang. Not a rogue. A ghost.

“CPY’s been inside GCPD servers for three days,” Barbara said, her fingers flying across a holographic keyboard. “They’re not stealing data. They’re… correcting it.” “No,” said Dick

The CPY Signal

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: .