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"Timothy" Jackson Drake is a more reserved boy than his older twin who is more boisterous and mischievous and has a lot of energy in him. He rather stay in his room wearing his comfy silk pajamas and read mystery novels, he rather stay in his room writing songs and poems, trying to solve the cold cases in Buzzfeed Unsolved and practice more of his curriculums.

Timothy "Jackson" Drake is a joyful little bundle of energy. He rather be in hoodie in the streets of Gotham taking pictures and skateboarding and being loud. He likes being around and familiarising himself in his surroundings. He hates quiet places, he hates being a perfect kid and he hates being in the center of attention, he likes to blend with the background as it was more easier to sneak around.

"Timothy" Jackson Drake and Timothy "Jackson" Drake. Two boys who share everything with each other, even their birth certificate. Two boys who fool everyone, even their own parents, that there is only one Timothy Jackson Drake that has been registered and existed to the Gotham City.

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"Tereck! I have a surprise for you~" a little boy sing-sang as he enter their room, revealing a similar face of the boy that was waiting for him with a book in hand.

"What is it, Jorothy?" 'Tereck' asked, curious as what his brother brought back to him.

"Ta-da!" 'Jorothy' revealed what he had and it got an instantaneous reaction of gasp from his little brother.

"I know Mother and Father forbid us to buy useless things with their money, but this is not from their money, so don't worry." Jackson winked at his younger brother.

That statement received a frown, "You are not doing illegal things, right?"

Jackson chuckled and ruffled his brother's hair, "No, some tourist wants to take a photo and gave me a tip. Probably from New York." Because no Gothamite will asked for a photo with the potential of taking their camera or phone, this is Gotham.

Timothy hugged Jackson, "I just don't want to be separated from you." the younger twin mumbled, making Jackson to smiled softly at his little brother.

"I promise, we will always be together, forever."

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Jackson hugged his twin, as a hope it will stop his dearest brother to such a suicide mission, he will embark. "Timothy, you don't have to do this. Let Batman be an adult and take care of himself." He reasoned as he was growing desperate. His brother was willing to hurt himself just to save an adult that is probably capable of doing it himself.

But Timothy shook his brother off, knowing what could happen to his beloved Gotham once Batman was ripped to shreds. "But without Batman, Gotham will be destroyed, Jackson." Timothy said as he put his little hands to his twin's face, making him looked at him. "I know you hate it here, but it is our home."

"A home is a place with a happy family. And it is not here, as long as the two of us is together, it is a home. If Gotham falls, even better, we could just pack our bags and leave." Jackson said with indicts in his voice that he was right and he knows it must be followed as it was better for both of them.

"Batman needs Robin, J. And I am willing to be a Robin to save Gotham."

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"I hate you." Jackson said as he dab a cotton swab on the busted lip on Timothy. This is not even from the criminals that was supposed to be violent, this was from Batman, himself.

Timothy sighed, "I know." He can't say anything. His brother that treasure him like a pearl, and now he was nursing him from an injury from the protector of Gotham.

"You can just quit, you know."

"But I will not."

Jackson hugged his brother, "I hate seeing you hurt, you are not built to be Robin." he whispered to his brother and buried his face to his brother's hair.

"But I'm the only one who can be Robin."

"I wish I could stop you from your insane activities."

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"This is our chance now, T. Mother is dead, Father is in coma. We could sneak away from Gotham and no one will notice."

"No one but Batman."

"Batman doesn't care about you!"

"Gotham will notice that Robin was once again gone."

"Gotham will notice and won't give second thoughts about it."

"But-"

"No more buts, pack your bags, we will leave."

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"This is it, T. After we land to Latvia, we can renew our lives."

"That is amazing, J." T said as his heart was heavy with guilt, knowing he will leave his twin in this plane. "J, I love you."

"I love you too, T."

"I'm sorry." Timothy said as he injected a tranquilizer to his brother's arm. He walked discreetly to the still open passenger door and left his brother.

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It is so hot in the middle of the desert. He just finished blowing up the League of Assassin's bases and he kneeled as adrenaline finally eludes him. He wished his brother was here to fetch him like back in grade school. Like whenever he cry in the middle of the night, his brother will be there beside him. Exhaustion is finally catching up to him when an orange monster truck stopped by him.

"Need a ride?" A voice that has been haunting him since he left the airport. He look up and saw the same face that he now wished to see.

"Jorothy?" he blurted out his twins absurd nickname he gave his brother when they were kids.

Jackson smirked from the nickname, "Sup, Tereck."

Timothy jumped from kneeling and climbed the huge truck and attempt to hug his brother, but his body just decide to just gave up on him. His brother jumped of the truck, and carried him like a koala. His brother turned and speak, "Please help yourself, Miss Fox. I hope you know how to climb a car."

"I am so sorry, Jackson."

"Shh, sleep for now. Rest, Timothy, you deserve it."

"I am so so sorry, for leaving you, Jackson."

Timothy can feel the joyous vibe that is going at the Wayne Manor. The ballroom was designed to the grand to accommodate everyone in this private wedding of Cass and Steph. There are a bunch of people in the caped community and Tim would rather not think about that.

He was having his makeup done, and Cass was already done with her makeup and hair and was now wearing her princess ball gown, sleeves are made of lace, the skirt is made of puffy tulle on top of silk, and the bodice is made of layers of silk, chiffon, and lace. The embroidery of purple butterflies has purple and yellow beadings, probably diamonds. 

“Bruce really went all out,” Tim thought as he closed his eyes so the makeup artist could apply a subtle eyeshadow on his eyelids. Tim is wearing the purple mandarin collar that he bought three weeks ago in Gotham. 

After a little while, he was finished getting his updo and tried to find Cass. Based on the statistics, no matter how much you love someone you will marry, you will still get cold feet or may be nervous. And Tim is right; he found Cass on one of the many hidden balconies of the manor.

“Hey.” he silently whispered as he carefully walked beside Cass.

Cass looked back and saw her favourite brother, “Hi, little brother.”

“You okay?” Tim asked, as he grabbed his sister’s hand and massaged it a little.

Cass tried to smile, “Just nervous.” she whispered.

“Well, it is a big commitment, and I think both of you deserve it.”

“I think Steph deserves better. Not a broken machine—”

“EYY! Stop with this negativity! SHOO!” Tim said as he flung his arms as if shooing the bad thoughts away from Cass, and it cracked a smile from Cass, so small victories.

“Thank you, little brother.”

“I am your man of honour; I have your back, always.” Tim nudged his shoulder at Cassandra's.

Tim and Cass spent a good half an hour talking Cass out of her insecurities, so they went back to where all the bridesmaids are, such as Barbara Gordon, Zatanna Zatara, Kara Danvers, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie Jones, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, and Rachel Roth, though Cassie, Artemis, and Kara are wearing purple tuxedos, as they preferred it.

Tim was the only one wearing the purple mandarin collar suit, and good. He should have some spotlight on him. As he was the man of honour for Cass and Tim already had talked to himself that he will be civil, especially in his speech. (No, he won’t.)

They were already finishing touches of Cass’s makeup when there was a knock on the door and it was Bruce, telling them that they only had 10 minutes before Cass needed to go down. Tim lowered the white veil of Cass and it triggered something in Timothy but he held it in as Steph was all ready to be walked to the altar by her mother and Cass was supposed to be walking with Bruce and Tim but Tim declined as he can see this is a very special moment for Bruce. Walking his only daughter to the hands of a trusted person of the family.

Timothy will be walking to the aisle with Harper, Stephanie’s maid of honour. And then the bridesmaid and the bridesman are walking with their respective partners, like an ordinary wedding. 

Timothy has always loved the concept of a wedding, but he knows that he is not stable enough to actually do it himself.  He cannot see himself spending the rest of his life with someone beside him; the idea of spending the last breaths with your loved one was too surreal to be true. Not after everything.

The wedding starts as most of both of the family members are part of the bridal party. The flower boys and ring bearer were followed by Stephanie and her mother, next was the paired-up wedding party with Tim and Harper at the end of that party and last but not least was Cassandra Wu-San-Wayne with Bruce Wayne, both with huge smiles on their faces and Tim looked over and hoped that Sandra was here to see that beautiful smile that she protected. 

Jason being the ceremony announcer, and Diana Prince being the officiant of the wedding and the wedding march finally start. The wedding started by the flower girls and the ring bearers, and the bridal party walked through, with Tim partnered with Harper as Stephanie’s maid of honour.

And Stephanie walked with her mother in her arms. Stephanie was wearing a beautiful simple lace and tulle white wedding gown. The bodice has a corseted bodice filled with flower lace that probably was specifically commissioned from France. And the skirt was silk-lined with tulle. Her blonde hair was pinned up in an elegant bun with a veil that covered her face.

Up next was Cassandra, in her gown with the purple veil that covered her face and the gown that has a cathedral train. Tim saw her beautiful sister happy, even with the veil that covered her face, he could see that she was smiling behind it.

And the ceremony begins. 

Hand in hand, Stephanie and Cassandra exchanged their rings, vows and loving gazes.

Stephanie was the first one to say her vow to Cassandra, with a smile that can rival the sun.

“Cassandra, the love of my life, I appreciate you embracing my lovely, chaotic, and vibrant way of living just like I do. I vow to support you in pursuing your dreams. I assure you that I will keep encouraging you to become the greatest version of yourself. I promise you I'll make you smile when you're overthinking things. I vow to cherish you without conditions. I vow to prioritize you and always maintain our connection. I promise you that I will always continue to sing my silly songs, even though I realize you hope I won't. Our path as a family has only recently started, and I eagerly anticipate what lies ahead for us. Cassie, my love, you are the one I select to share eternity with, my genuine soulmate. I choose you today, and I will keep choosing you for eternity. I cherish you forever.” and as she finished her vows, Stephanie was trembling, clearly trying to stop herself from crying.

Cassandra’s vows were written on a sheet of paper, after all, she was not going to say her vows in broken English, it took so many nights of trying to find any grammatical errors but it was now done. 

“Stephanie, before I met you, I never genuinely believed in "the one true love", I realize now that what we share goes beyond and forms a much deeper connection of souls. In you, I discovered a life companion, a beloved, a friend, a refuge, and a person with whom I can show my truest, most vulnerable self. In you, I discovered a person who uplifts me, who motivates me, who values and esteems me. I appreciate you for always accepting me as I am and for gazing at me with affection, even when it’s clear that I’m being... excessive. Thank you for accepting all the aspects that contribute to my identity. Above all, I appreciate your dedication in the family; I could not have chosen a better role model for our future children. It was never only me; it was always the family and I. I appreciate your willingness to face the challenges of our career, for caring for my brothers and supporting me in their upbringing. I appreciate you sharing the experience of a friend with me and will be my wife for the rest of our life. You are an incredible lover, and I couldn’t be more thankful.” 

Cassandra ends her beautiful vows with Stephanie crying her eyes out and her makeup has a trail of tears, but it doesn’t matter. Cassandra just said a concrete promise and Stephanie is allowed to be loved fully, without getting used and hurt. 

Timothy had a quite peaceful day yesterday with Lex Luthor and he hopes that he will have it again today. The Wayne boys are going to a charity event and Tim is not a Wayne so therefore he doesn’t need to attend any events revolving around the Waynes. Cass and Stephanie are practicing their dance and that leaves Tim to spend the day alone.

He once again dressed up to go outside. He planned on skating around Gotham like he was once a kid and he wanted to feel a little bit nostalgic, but it was snowing and skates and ice don’t go well.

He walked and walked and walked for a long while and he didn’t have any plans but just to walk. He didn’t expect to go to Robinson Park and meet Harley Quinn without Poison Ivy, and who would have thought that the most obsessed member of the Joker’s henchmen would be out in a park and that he is retired from crime work and just dating someone and acting like an old married couple.

“Heya little birdie!” Harley called him up, her blonde hair and chalk skin were a nice contrast to the park’s green nature.

“Sup, Ms. Harley.” Tim smiled at her. “How’ve you been?”

“Such a polite boy as I remember you are.” Harley petted Tim’s hair. “And since you look like you are free, a quick, non-relatable question: How good are you at Mario Kart? ”

Tim raised his eyebrow, “I’m quite good at Yoshi Valley.” ‘One of the best, actually.’

Harley grinned, “Nice! Ivy is having to run for some errand and I want to smash someone at Rainbow Road,” she said as she began dragging the young man to her flat.

Tim grinned as well, “As long as I have the call for King Boo,” he said, as he will kill anyone to grab his favourite character, because, let’s be real here, Boo is one of the underrated characters.

“Your in, Little Bird.”

Harley and Tim walked towards the beat-up apartment of Harley. The space is definitely something Tim would not survive into after probably grooming himself into a minimalist aesthetic that fit into the Japanese standard.

Harley’s apartment is the exact opposite of that. In the living room, there is a TV monitor that is hung to the wall with a PlayStation wired in, a couch with a bunch of soft knitted blankets draped over it, a very… unusual fluffy pink carpet that has a skull design in it, and you cannot miss the hundreds of plants all over the place. 

Harley quickly opened the Mario Kart and gave Tim a controller, making Tim finally get out of his trance of how contradicting Harley and his aesthetic.

“Get ready to lose, baby bird.”

“Well, not today.”

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Tim and Harley played for hours until a certain cat burglar crashed into Harley’s apartment.

Tim was wiping the floor with Harley in Moo Moo Meadows when Selina decided to distract both of them, “And here you are, the Waynes were about to launch a search and rescue for you,” Selina said, startling the two, who were very much busy on a very important task at hand.

Tim laughed, “It is not my fault that there is nothing recreational to do in the manor when everyone is too busy prepping the wedding of the century,” he said as he successfully pushed Harley to one of the cows.

“The wedding of the century? I don’t know about that. I am pretty sure Bruce will do more extravagant things if you got married, Timmy Cat,” Harley said as she tried to get back on track.

Tim grimaced at the thought of being with someone for his entire life. “Weddings are kinda cringe for me, not gonna lie.” 

Selina shook her head. “You kids will know someday the joys of marriage.”

“Then why are you not married at what? In your fifties?”, with that fast remark, Harley choked on air and Selina looked at him like he told her that he beat cats on his free time. Tim just tried to stop his smile but he can’t, that comeback is just too good.

“That is rude, young man.”

“Well, most men like me rude in bed.” Harley cackled at Tim’s reply. 

Harley finally finished the track so she patted Tim on the back, a little too hard in his humble opinion, “You might be retired from being a walking traffic light of Gotham and yet you still have your quick sass.”

“Charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent. Thank you very much,” Tim said as he snapped his fingers as he said the tagline of a program.

“And what is this chaos I am witnessing at my home?”

“IVY!!” Harley threw her controller, almost hitting Tim in the face if he had not dodged at the right time.

“Hello, Peanut. I miss you too.”

Selina gagged, “And here we are, the couple of the month.”

“Just this month?” Ivy raised her eyebrow, they are very much the couple of the month, every single month, thank you very much.

“Little Spoiler and Orphan will be the best couple next month, with the wedding, you know.” Selina answered and Tim just nodded his head. 

“Oh, yeah, right. Two lesbeans are going to tie the knot.”

“Isn’t that adorable, Ivy?”

“Yes, it is quite adorable, peanut.”

Ivy and Harley just stare at each other with so much love and sweetness and Tim could not take it anymore. “And with Miss Isley being here, I am going back to the manor. I am afraid of finding a cop to deliver me there,” Tim said as he tried to straighten his crumpled clothes from being so rowdy at playing Mario Kart.

“Thank you, little birdie, for playing with me!” Harley shouted at him as she snuggled with Ivy.

After the wedding in the gardens, the celebration was quickly moved to the huge parlor of the Wayne Manor. The people that are not interested in photos were quickly to go to the parlor and as Tim was one of the bridal party, he was one of the last ones to see the elegant parlor Alfred prepared.

Jason was once again the host as apparently, he was the most theater kid than anyone else, Dick refused to believed it. He started with the entrance of the brides and then the bridal parties. And then there was also a quick mini game of various information like when did the two meet, or what is Stephanie’s favourite cake (no, the answer is not Cassandra apparently) and then dinner was served. 

As everyone was eating their dinner, the two brides performed their first dance with Tim singing their favourite song and also the performance that was coordinated by one another as a surprise for the other. Steph practised wushu performance while Cass learned how to dance the viral K-Pop dance.

And it was the time, the time Tim looked forward and dreaded the most, the speech of the man of the honour. Tim took a deep sigh before he hit the floor.

“Thank you everyone that comes here, you might know the two blessed women here, or you might not know and just here for the food, honestly same.” Tim started his speech and with that joke, Steph decided to throw her bouquet at Tim, with a precision that hit Tim’s head, “...ouch.” Tim said with no sign of pain in his face.

Tim sighed and smiled brightly, “To those who don't know me, I am Timothy Jackson Drake, I am 28 and I am a local fashion model in Japan. I volunteer at the local pet shelter whenever I am free. I like tea and some sake, and if you are a very impressionable legal man, I can give you my number later. For those who know me, Tam, please keep your mouth shut.” Tim said as he will take this chance to land him a man to bed later but it made everyone laugh so, it was a win.

Tam, on one of the tables near the front just yelled, "This is not speed dating Tim!"

Tim looked at her with dead eyes, “And I am drunk. Thank you very much. Okay, where was I?” He replied, making some people laugh.

“Some of you might know how the two start, but for those who don't, this truly yours is the one that let them meet, because Stephanie was my girlfriend, no, she doesn't cheat and we won't be those stories you find in reddit.” He told the crowd with such a joking tone that it made them laugh.

“I know Stephanie is a great woman, she can fight, she can sass, she can eat well, like too well, it is concerning. She can be great at anything, especially first impressions. As Steph and I have a strong start, a brick in my face, my beautiful face, I cannot forget about that one. And Cass and I are siblings from another mother, but kind of a mom figure to me, not Janet but the other one, She Who Must Not Be Named, but don't tell her that I call her mom, she will kill me.” Tim whispered the last part in the mic a bit and it gained him some laughter.

“Cass and Steph when starting dating, both were busy, busy feeding the people around them dog food, A.K.A PDA. Bees were busy those times, because Cass's smile is so sweet and Steph's are meh.”

"Stop being an ass!" Steph yelled at him at her table but Tim just stuck his tongue to her.

“Alright. Cass, my dearest sister who will not hurt me, I am very, very, very happy for you. You deserve this happiness. You deserve to always have a smile on your face. You are nothing but an angel that stayed by my side when no one did. I love you, sis. Hope you will always have your smile on your face,” Tim said in the bottom of his heart and he could see Cass’ eyes started to swell so he put down his last card, “...and also I was the one who sat on the wet paint on the gardens while wearing your pants.” 

Cassandra, who remembers the day where Alfred looked at her pants that she definitely did not wear and just looked at her dissapointedly, "Seriously? I got trouble, lots of trouble with that! I had to wash my pants the whole day!" She shouted at Tim, still shocked that her dearest baby brother would do that to her.

“This is my gift of closure to you, sis. I love you!” Tim yelled back and Cassandra had her mouth still open and Stephanie laughed on her side.

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The reception went great. The games, the trivia question, the dance and the alcohol, are especially the best. Sake can’t beat this expensive alcohol that Bruce or Alfred prepared and who is Tim to say no to that?

Quietly sneaking around,  the treasure hunt for the bottle of that said alcohol when he was bumped into a figure. 

“So, an eligible bachelor huh?” a man in a dark emerald suit said to him.

Timothy looked at the man and smiled, “Hal, still as cheeky I remember you to be,” he giggled.

“Well, I hope to be on the list of your potential bachelors,” Hal said as he, very obviously, referencing some innuendo.

Tim raised his brows, “You are too old for me, Hal.” Tim laughed and so did Hal.

“Green Lanterns don’t really age that much, you know that?” Hal smiled at the precious kid turned fine adult who recently just announced himself to be available in the market.

“Oh I know that very much, have you seen Guy?” Tim asked as he snatched a flute.

“I reckon that I am much on a higher level than that gorilla,” Hal furrowed his eyebrow, not liking the idea of Guy being higher in terms of looks.

“I didn’t say that, big boy,” Tim sipped his champagne and pulled out his eyeliner pen and grabbed Hal’s forearm, “...here is my personal phone number, don’t give it to the big bat, alright?” Tim winked and walked away. He did not see how Hal Jordan jaw dropped when he saw the Japanese phone code in his arm and quickly saved it in his phone with the name under, Bachelor.

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Kaldur’ahm is not a very social person.

He knows that, and every single one that has been in a caped community for at least a year knows that. But he could not help to look at the beautiful man who just did the speech for one of the brides. 

Timothy Jackson Drake, formerly known as Red Robin, the Robin who was insane, the Robin who was right and the Robin who never died. He is a legend among the legends in the cape community. 

Timothy gave that speech for the two brides and the opening intro of him basically just a wide announcement that he is single and would really like some company. Kaldur knows that he is not the only one who is willing to be at least with Timothy. 

Tim is already out and open to anyone.

He admired Timothy when he was just starting in Young Justice, the quick sass and concrete planning and strategy is a skill Kaldur always tried his best to obtain but it seemed like it was something you need to be trained under the bat to acquire and no, Kaldur knows his limit and he is not insane enough to let the bat to teach him.

He saw that Timothy wrote something on a Green Lantern’s arm and Kaldur almost just backed out as someone had already beaten him on moving to the former Robin. He downed the champagne in his hand as a comfort for his sorrow.

“Kaldur?” a soft voice called him and he put his champagne flute down and looked at the voice who called him over.

It was Timothy Jackson Drake. The one person that Kaldur always respected.

“Mister Drake,” he said, formally. After all the years he and Tim worked together, the two of them grew closer together but it’s been years since they last saw each other and Kaldur is playing safe.

Tim snorted, “Just Timothy. Were friends,” Tim smiled at him and Kaldur, poor innocent Kaldur just had his heart stolen.

“Alright then, Timothy.” Kaldur said with a smile and he could feel his face burning.

“So, how are you doing?” Tim asked as he snatched a flute to a waiter’s tray.

“It’s been good, Atlantis has been in peace for some time now,” Kaldur casually replied because he is not a loser.

“Amazing,” Timothy replied.

With a little kick from the champagne, he shoot his shot. “How about you? Heard you are a model?”

Tim giggled and rolled his eyes, “I am! Really well sought out too!”

Tim then looked behind him with a frown, as if he saw something he doesn’t like. Kaldur looked where Tim was looking and it was where the dance floor was. 

“Anything bothers you?” he asked, with caution in his voice.

“Yes, my bestfriends are hanging out and did not tell me,” he said as he can see the pair of dancers in the side where they are dancing intimately, not Tim’s watch, “I’ll catch you up later,” he said as Kaldur watched Timothy Drake jumped a pair of women.

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Jaime is not used to these big galas.

As a cliche young adult who doesn’t like to talk for hours and hours, he stepped out to the garden venue.

The decorations are still there and the chairs too.

Jaime brought a chair to a small gazebo and pulled out his phone. One of the best decisions of his life to also bring his wireless earbuds to this event. 

He already talked to everyone else and if he were needed, they could just send him a text.

Jaime likes being alone, after all, it was what separates Blue Beetle and Jaime Reyes. Blue Beetle is popular while Jaime is just your ordinary student who is trying hard not to put a curse on that one professor who gave so many assignments and reports like they are the only subject you enrolled for the semester.

Jaime happily doomscrolled for at least an hour before someone came to the scene. 

Wrapped in the purple suit, Timothy Drake, the wildflower out of the cape community, showed up in the garden. He was catching his breath but he had a smile on his face.

Jaime forgot whatever reel is in his phone and dazingly watched the man in honour to peak the corner and then took his heeled shoe, Jaime did not notice it at first, and sat on the grass not minding that it would stain his pants.

After a while, Timothy looked around and he finally noticed Jaime in the gazebo. With a smile that illuminates in the dark, he waved at Jaime who just shyly waved back. Timothy was about to walk to Jaime but a shout from the patio to the garden shook Timothy who just grabbed his shoes and ran away.

Listen. 

Tim is not a pyromaniac, period.

Just because he liked to explode some shit, back in his active days, doesn’t make him a pyromaniac. Like how he paints one painting, it doesn’t make him a painter.

But he is a kid that grew to love fireworks. And he doesn’t want to welcome the New Year without the Waynes and so therefore, he went to Marina to see if his boat is still there. And to his surprise, his boat is still there, abandoned and rusted.

He spent the days restoring the boat to a somewhat functioning state, and by some miracle, with a change of spark plug, battery, and motor, buying some gasoline, and cranking up the engine, it still works! He must be some sort of genius and miracle worker if he can start up this old boat. 

He also gave it a little wash and removed the barnacles that had been weighing the ship down after being unused for almost a decade. He threw most of the junk that was left there before he moved on, being Red Robin. He bought fairy lights to have this ambiance vibe when it is dark; he also bought some scented candles to freshen up the old smell of metal. He bought a fluffy rug and a deck chair to use in the boat and, of course, some firecrackers.

He has a box of Roman candles, aerial firecrackers, and sparklers to spend tonight. If anything happened in the marina, at least he had some weapons to protect himself, he thought to himself. But if Killer Croc suddenly rises above the marina, he is going to feed that cannibal all the peony fireworks he has.

Now, the boat is in a usable state. Not pristine clean, as the rusts are impossible to remove in three days. But the space was now there and he could have his ‘me time’ with his camera and the disgusting, somewhat still clean bay of Marina.

The afternoon of the 31st, he went to his boat and started to assemble his setups, especially his recording camera that he will timelapse for an aesthetic reel to post in his Instagram. He was taking advantage of the rare sunset of the Marina that he rarely got when he was still living in Gotham but now that Wayne Enterprise is actually working with reducing their carbon footprint and probably teaming up with Poison Ivy to have more greenery in once grey city, he applauded everyone that deserves the credit for it.

When the sun is finally down, he opens up the tiny light inside the boat and the Christmas lights that he got for the outside of the boat. He also put down a blanket and set the red wine and ham and cheese, some fruits, and dinner to get him by for the night. He grabbed his laptop and went to the downloaded movies that he has and by that, his night was going great so far.

He had already finished his dinner and was now drinking his wine when he noticed that it was almost midnight. He put everything inside and brought out the fireworks that he bought. He is debating putting every single flash powdere of each firecracker for a messed-up version of the “Mixing Everything” trend and then posting it on TikTok.

Tim giggled at the idea and he might consider that as he separated each version of the firecracker, he might have done it at the end before ending the night. He grabbed a lighter and started a countdown on his phone. As the clock hits 12, he lit the aerial fireworks and watched them explode into beautiful shades of purple, red, green, and blue. He watched the fireworks light the entirety of Marina in sparks of colour and he lit another one, and then another, until he had one for later.

He then starts on the roman candles and probably he should not have bought this but you only live once, my dude. So here he goes. The continuous shots of the roman candles are very much in his aesthetic and vibes, if he is going to be honest about it. He then switched to sparklers for a more relaxed vibe and not the full chaos of the Roman candles. He alternated the two until he just got the idea of getting a metal container and mixed what was left in his stash.

Was this a good idea? Absolutely not. Will there be a lot of negative reaction due to the unsafe standards of the activity that he is going to do? Probably. And after weighing that the cons are more than the pros, he decides to do it. It is for science, and not definitely to satisfy his pyromaniac mindset.

He starts to extract the flash powderin a metal pan that he has somehow in the boat. He did that for a while until he finished every single firecracker that he had. He thought for a second that maybe it was smart enough to not do it in his boat so he tried to look for a wide board and a rag and gasoline.

He set the board in the deck as he made a contraption that can be called a homemade bomb firecracker. He is not a bomb maker, he is past that. So, he made it on the board with the metal pan in the middle while having a thinly cut rag that is soaked in gasoline to be a wick and he made it long enough to give him time to actually put the board away from his boat. He put it in a circle but not close enough to burn the nearer rag.

He looked down at his creation and he is quite proud. If the contraption works, pog, but if not, well, at least he tried. He set the board on the water carefully and lit up the end of the rag and gave the board a little push so it would go away from his boat. 

After, he watched it on his deck as he watched the fire on the board creep slowly to the centre of the board and he watched it catch on fire and then, a bright light flash in his eyes and a huge booming sound. He flinched and was off balance and almost fell down but caught himself and looked at the board, or where the board was half of it, the metal pan is gone and he is proud of it.

He laughed and laughed as happiness from the weird experiment that he tried came to him. He would never feel this happiness on doing stupid things if he stayed here in Gotham. He would never have the guts to do this stupid crap if he did not decide to leave Gotham. And he is glad that he chose to stand up for himself rather than bottle things up again and again and wallow in self-doubt.