#m:tim

Tim looked down at his book, sketching the scenery of Gotham park, humming to himself, it was an uncharacteristically nice day in Gotham which is why he’d taken the opportunity to get some sun. Also this kind of counted as being on patrol. Then suddenly his sun vanished, looking up he realised someone was looking down at him. “Oh, hey.”

“Huh, Did you say something? I didn’t realise you were talking to me.”

Tim’s eyes narrowed as he watched them, then he realised they spotted him watching them, not bothering to look away he just lent forward and cleared his throat a little, curious as to how they would react. 

“What’re you doing out here so late?”

Tim sat alone, book open on the table in front of him as he doodled random sketches of Batman and Robin and the villains they faced. 

Tim looked over at her and tilted his head. “It’s alright.. just.. let yourself go.. stop fighting it, these kinds of things will wear off after a while, you’re in a safe place now.”

“What are you even trying to do?”