Tim! What's the weirdest stakeout you've ever been on?
“Stake-out? I-I...haven’t ever been on one of those.” The control, the absolute mastery he has over his facial expression is almost eerie. Most boys in their early twenties wear their hearts on their sleeves and he supposes he is guilty of this, as well, with those close to him. The dead giveaway, however, is not his face, it is his stutter. The nerves clench around his tongue and make it wag against his will. He clenches his jaw minutely and offers a disarming smile and a shrug. “Sorry my life i-i-isn’t super exciting, man.”
The bags under his eyes of course tell a different story. They spin a yarn not of an exhausted college student, or even of a kid on an off-shift. He recalls his most recent--and easily strangest--foray into the streets of Gotham after dark, staking out
stalking, let’s call it what it is
his mentor and impromptu father figure, the Dark Knight himself, due to little more than a gut feeling. What he’s seen will die on his tongue. It is none of his business, though he hardly considers the time spent wasted.
Stalking the Batman is not easy.
