You know, he didn't pick my name out of a hat for this job.

Tim liked pizza. Tim really liked pizza. Most of the rest of his eating habits were more sensible- Dick would probably say boring- but it had to be. He didn’t have the metabolism of Dick, the brawler physique of Jason, the teenage appetite of Damian- he was just a normal twenty four year old, compared to them.

But sometimes, he did like to treat himself. There was a shelf in the Titans Tower fridge that was for everyone- and there was pizza on it. Grabbing a couple of slices and taking them over to the sofa, he took a bite.

And was promptly very confused.

Calling out over the Titans open frequency, he grumbled quietly.