The wind carries the hum of evening traffic from below. Moving past the terracotta planter, I navigated the vertical rungs of the balcony railing. On the third crossbar, coiled snugly around the painted iron, hung a segment of copper-sheathed fairy lights. One tiny glass bulb had slipped loose, its fine wire lead wedged into a hairline crack in the mortar. I anchored my boots against the iron joint, reached forward, and eased the bulb free with a steady pivot of my thumb. The glass remained intact. I tucked the wire safely back into the main weave. A perimeter line secured against the dark.#batman