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Chapter 4; Assassins, The Bane Of Tim’s Existence
Tim felt a shiver going down his spine. Something was off, he could feel it.
The feeling made him on edge, it felt like he was in danger but a quick situation assessment told him that there was nothing in the nearby area that could trigger such a reaction.
Strange.
Suddenly doing research on getting home didn’t seem like such an important thing to do. Tim wanted to train, bring his body back into shape and build muscle mass again.
Closing the laptop Tim stood up and headed back to his room. There he changed into a set of sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading down to the Batcave. The reason he didn’t go to the manor’s gym is because he wanted to test his skills in simulation. He needed to know the extent of his predicament.
After a quick warm-up Tim activated one of the medium difficulties and got into position. His reflexes were a little on the slow side, but he managed to keep up with the training program. The conclusion he made was that he was a little out of shape and a little on the slow side but able to keep his own in a fight.
Deep down he knew he shouldn’t, but Tim decided to push his limit and attempt a harder difficulty. He failed it twice before finally managing to beat it. By the time he was finished he was sweating and out of breath, his physical condition wasn’t what it once was.
To finish his little training session, Tim went back up into the manor and headed to the gym for a quick cardio session. It was mostly running on a treadmill since he wasn’t cleared to do climbing yet.
At the end of it all he took a nice cold shower for his aching muscles.
Tim wasn’t as out of shape as he expected to be, but he still needed to do better.
“Hey babybird.” Dick greeted as he passed Tim in the hallway.
“Afternoon.” He mumbled in reply.
Tim was planning on moving on without much of a conversation but Dick stopped him, “I was wondering, Jason and I are planning on going out to the shopping mall tomorrow, do you want to join?”
“Oh, I don’t want to impose-”
“You will join?” Dick cut Tim’s attempt to decline to offer, “Great! We’re leaving at ten tomorrow.”
Before Tim could argue Dick walked away, leaving him to think about what just happened. “How is he always able to do that?” Tim gumbled as he continued to the library where he left his laptop.
A text stopped him in his tracks, ‘The meeting at WE this afternoon is being moved up an hour, I will drive by the Manor to get you in 30 minutes.’
Time to change into his monkey suit then. After a long meeting with Bruce about a week ago Tim explained his position as acting CEO. He took the workload off his universe's Bruce so he could focus on Batman.
This Bruce had denied that agreement– he was not handing his work to Tim, not because he didn’t trust the younger man but because it was too much. Instead they agreed on Tim taking just below half of the workload. Bruce was still of the opinion that it was too much but Tim wouldn’t take any less.
Today Tim would be introduced to the board as understudy to Bruce, a little different from his last position but close enough. It would keep Tim busy when he was waiting for more information on the multiverse. The work would be a nice distraction and Tim actually liked the business life. Sure, paperwork was a little bland and boring but a lot of it was puzzle solving, something Tim enjoyed doing.
Alfred had made sure that there was a suit for Tim. It was even taylored to his size, not perfectly since he never got measured but it was closer than he had expected. It was a nice navy blue suit with a slight floral pattern on it, that combined with a light blue blouse and a neat tie made for a good first impression.
The laptop Tim had ‘borrowed’ had now become his as he took time to upgrade it both system and software wise. He put it in his shoulder bag and zipped it closed, putting it over his shoulder.
“Master Timothy?” Alfred knocked on the open door as he stood in the frame.
“Yes?”
“I have been asked to make sure you bring some food along with you.” Alfred informed as he handed a bag with two sandwiches in it to Tim, “Master Bruce will be arriving shortly.”
Tim took the food and smiled a small smile, a genuine one. Alfred was happy to return it with one of his own as he gently patted Tim’s shoulders, walking beside him towards the front door.
“Are you certain you wish to involve yourself with WE so soon after the announcement?” Alfred asked as he brushed some dust off Tim’s suit.
“It is better not to wait for too long.” Tim sighed, “A daily life rhythm is good too.”
Better than being forced to go back to school at least.
“If that is what you want.” Alfred mused, “But know that it doesn’t have to be permanent, if you wish to quit, no one would disagree.”
“It’s fine,” Tim shrugged, “It’s fine.”
Alfred looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t speak up as the front door opened.
Bruce peeked inside and asked, “Ready to go, Champ?”
“Yes.” Tim nodded.
Together they walked out to the car, leaving Alfred to wave them goodbye at the door. Bruce opened the passenger door for Tim before walking to the otherside of the car, getting into the driver's seat.
The last time Tim was in a car with Bruce was when he was still Robin. Before his universes’ Bruce disappeared in the timestream and before his title was ripped away from him by Dick. Yet this ride didn’t seem as tense as it would have been back home, this Bruce had a completely different aura surrounding him. Tim dared to say that it felt more peaceful, still broody but more peaceful.
“How are you feeling today?”
“Rested.”
“That’s good.” Bruce nodded, “Nervous about the meeting?”
“I am prepared.”
“But are you nervous?” Bruce pressed, “It is normal to feel nervous before a big meeting, no matter how much experience.”
“I have no logical reason to be nervous,” Tim frowned in confusion, “I made preparations and know how to deal with people from the board. There is no reason for nervousness.”
“Doesn’t mean it isn’t there.” Bruce shrugged, “Eat your lunch.”
Tim didn’t even remember the bag he was holding in his hands until Bruce mentioned it. It didn’t go unnoticed that the Bats were doing their best to get Tim to eat more. He tended to forget to eat by himself but Tim would be reminded by Bruce or Alfred. Dick and Jason did the same when they were around too, usually around the weekend.
Begrudgingly Tim opened the bag and started to munch on the sandwiches. Alfred’s food was always nice, except for his waffles, they tasted like cardboard. Not that anyone would tell the older man that.
The drive to WE was uneventful, the minute they got to the front the chaos started. Paparazzi was everywhere, taking pictures of the car as it pulled up. News about the young business major spread fast, especially since he was a Wayne.
Bruce blinked for a split second, within that time Tim had slipped a mask on. A tight business smile was on his lips, one that Bruce put on when he became Brucie Wayne. It scared him how easily Tim put it on, how quickly he got into the role.
Both of them got out of the car. Guards from WE were already pushing through the crowd to ensure that they got to the building. Tim smiled a broad smile, but it didn’t even reach close to his eyes, he waved politely as he stepped inside the building.
“Tim, this is Ms Caroline Crown, my PI.” Bruce introduced Tim to the woman behind the desk, “Caroline, this is my son, Timothy Wayne.”
“How do you do?” Tim asked politely as he shook Caroline’s hand. In his universe Bruce didn’t have a PI, he never trusted someone enough. Then again, Tim didn’t have one either for similar reasons until Tam came around.
“Nice to finally meet you, Mr Wayne speaks very fondly of you.” Caroline smiled before handing Tim a clip-on badge, “This is your access pass, it’s the highest clearance as was requested. The board is already waiting for the two of you.”
“Thank you, Caroline.” Bruce smiled, “Shall we go up then?”
Tim nodded and headed to the elevators with Bruce at his side. The gentle fatherly hand on shoulder did not go unnoticed but Tim found that he didn’t mind the tiny bit of physical contact.
Bruce had been doing that for a while now, small touches like a hand on his head or an arm around his shoulder. He started small, slight brushes against his shoulder or arm which turned into a comforting hand against his arm as Tim stopped flinching or tensing up. Tim knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t say no. Bruce was getting him used to physical contact, providing a fatherly touch.
Caroline joined them in the elevator up to the meeting floor. The layout of the building was a little different than Tim was used to, a lot more open. The meeting room was a little larger than he remembered, and made of glass instead of drywall.
“Mr Wayne, Mr Wayne Junior.” Lucius Fox greeted.
On his earth Lucius was a mere acquaintance of Bruce. According to Tim’s research he was a bit closer to the family. He even seemed to know the secret identities, which was a difference too.
“Lucius, this is my son, Timothy.” Bruce introduced, “Tim, this is Lucius Fox, I spoke about him before.”
“I remember,” Tim nodded, his smile turned more genuine, “I look forward to working with you, Mr Fox. You work with WE fascinates me.”
“Why thank you, Mr Wayne.”
“Tim, if you will, Mr Fox.”
“Then it is only fair you refer to me as Lucius.” Fox replied.
The four of them walked into the meeting room where a bunch of people were already seated. Without another word to Bruce, Tim walked up to the people sitting, personally introducing himself to every single board member. They didn’t have much power in the company with Bruce being the main shareholder, but it was always nice to have people on Tim’s side.
Tim took his time when speaking with them, listening to every person as they introduced themselves. He knew them on paper, but Tim got a better read on people when meeting face to face, he preferred it.
Once Tim felt like he was down he re-joined Bruce’s side and sat to his right. Lucius sat opposite of him, on Bruce’s right. When everyone was seated Bruce cleared his throat, “Thank you all for being here today. I am here to introduce you to my new understudy.”
Some murmurs of hello echoed back to him as Bruce smiled brightly, “As you may have heard, I was recently reunited with my sons. I would like to introduce all of you to Timothy Wayne– he will be leading this meeting. Tim, the floor’s yours.”
Tim smiled at the introduction and stood, allowing Bruce to take his seat as he stood at the end of the meeting table. “Good afternoon everyone.”
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The meeting went well without a doubt. Tim played the opinions of the board like a fiddle, he knew what to say, when to say it.
Prior to meeting Tim, the entire board had their doubts when Bruce mentioned making his long lost son co-ceo. After meeting him their opinion changed a lot. It seemed that only a few were not convinced of Tim’s skills yet but that would be easy to take care of in the future.
Bruce was surprised at how easily Tim spoke and how easily he played the board.
“You did great, Tim.” He said the minute they got back into the car. “I really think you proved yourself to the board today, it won’t be hard to get on the same page with them on your title as understudy.”
“I have about 85% of them convinced, only Earle and Reese might be a little challenging but they can’t outvote the others. Besides, you are still the main stockholder, your vote would have been enough.” Tim replied, “I think the technical terms I used helped me a lot, it shows that I know what I am talking about.”
“Still, you did great, Champ.” Bruce repeated, “Want to get some celebration ice cream?”
Tim’s mind made some error noises as it blue screened, “Celebrating for what?”
“A very successful board meeting?” Bruce shrugged as he turned off the highway, “There is this small ice cream store in East End, Selina took me once. Great people, better ice cream.”
“Why?” Tim sounded genuinely confused.
“Because it’s fun.” Bruce had a sad smile on his face as he drove the two of them to East End. “We can bring some back for the others too,”
Nodding Tim settled back in his seat and looked out of the window.
Bruce glanced at him as he drove. Tim was just looking out of the window, watching Gotham pass by. Tim acted much like an adult, but Bruce saw the broken and sad child in his eyes.
In the few months of knowing Tim, Bruce quickly became attached, he saw so much of himself in Tim. It was like looking into a mirror. Bruce knew he couldn’t ‘just fix’ Tim, or make him forget the hurt he had been through but he could make his life better. Just like Bruce did with Dick and Jason, he was going to help Tim cope.
“Tim?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever been to therapy?”
“Therapy? For what?”
Another sad smile slipped on Bruce’s face, “You are a vigilante, you have been since you were 13. We have all seen some terrible stuff and we can’t talk about it most of the time. Dick, Jason, Alfred and myself go to bi-weekly therapy too.”
Tim’s head whipped around, “That’s a security breach.”
“I know.” Bruce replied, “But our therapist is very good and very trustworthy.”
“Why would you put yourself in that position again?”
“Again?” Bruce questioned.
“Who was your first therapist?” Tim asked instead of answering.
“Dinah Lance, Black Canary.” Bruce replied, “She has agreed to be the therapist to some of the heroes out there. Us Bats, the Supers, some others too.”
“Not Jonathan Crane?”
“Jonathan Crane?! Scarecrow? Why would you suggest that?”
“He was Bruce’s therapist long before he took any of the Robin’s in.” Tim explained, “Crane turned into Scarecrow and Bruce never trusted another person for therapy.”
Bruce fell silent at that. He himself had considered going to a therapist back before Crane was revealed to be a scarecrow. In the end he never went.
When the Justice League got together they set up Dinah Lance as the inner circle's main point of therapy. Anything that they couldn’t share with someone outside of a mask could be shared with her. There were very few trustworthy people to take the job, Bruce only knew of a total of ten.
Bruce had been hesitant to take the offer but after he and Dick got into another argument about his lack of social skill Bruce was pushed to the edge.
A little while later the Justice League decided to share their identities and it was about a month afterwards that Bruce set up a meeting session for both himself and Dick.
He never looked back.
“Dinah is a well trusted friend, she is very nice and-”
“You want me to go.” Tim deduced, a scowl on his lips.
“I would like you to meet her.” Bruce confirmed, “See if there is a click, if you like her and maybe plan regular sessions afterwards. Only if you want to, this is your choice, Tim.”
“I can meet with her if you want me to.”
Ever the people are pleased. Bruce shook his head.
“This is your choice Tim, therapy has no benefit to you if you don’t want it.” Bruce repeated firmly, “If you don’t want to go, then you don’t have to.”
“It’s fine, I can meet her.”
“Okay.” Bruce knew it was more because he asked than because Tim wanted it. He had to accept this for now, Bruce hoped Dinah could help, he really did. “Let’s get that ice cream and go home, it’s been a long day, alright champ?”
Tim nodded, already looking out of the window again.
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“What flavour do you want?”
“Whatever’s fine,” Tim shrugged, leaning against the waiting bench as they stood in line.
“Okay, but which one do you prefer?”
Frowning, Tim thought about it, “Can I get lemon and pistachio?”
“Of course, Champ.” Bruce smiled before checking on the flavour choices the other Bats asked for.
The two waited in line a little longer before it was their turn to order, “What can I get ya today, Mr Wayne?”
“Can I get a cone with lemon and pistachio, one with chocolate and rocky road, one with cookie-dough and chocolate, one with lime and chocolate, one with strawberry and pistachio. Also a scoop of strawberry and vanilla in a bowl.”
“To go?”
“Yes please.” Bruce smiled as he paid.
Bruce took a place besides Tim and put a gentle arm around his shoulder, pulling him in a sideways hug. Tim had his arms crossed but leaned into Bruce’s side. His mind told him it was for show, they were Brucie Wayne and Timothy Wayne, their public personas, this wasn’t genuine. But something about the hug seemed so real.
Ignoring the aching feeling in his chest, Tim leaned into Bruce’s touch a little, enjoying it while it lasted.
Their order took about ten minutes total but was bagged up in a cooling back and ready to be taken home. It was a busy day in the small shop that day so it was still fast if you looked at how many people were ordering.
“Can I drive?” Tim asked as Bruce picked up the two bags from the counter and walked outside.
“How’s your leg feeling?”
“Leslie said I would be able to start proper stretching and climbing soon. I’ve been off crutches for an entire week now.” Tim replied, knowing Leslie’s word might affect Bruce’s decision.
“Okay, is it aching from walking and standing?”
Tim thought for a minute, feeling his leg. It was a little sore but not aching. “It’s a little sore.”
“Hmm.” Bruce hummed thoughtfully, “Alright, but you need to promise me to pull over if it starts aching.”
Nodding in agreement Tim took the keys Bruce had held out to him and got into the driver's seat. It had been a while since Tim had driven a car, but he always enjoyed it. Ever since Bruce taught him and he got his licence he tried to drive at least once a week. His bike was fun but there was something about a car that felt comforting.
Bruce took the opportunity of Tim driving to see his skills.
He paid attention to everything on the road while still having small talk with Bruce, the music in the background didn’t distract him either. It seems that the many sensory inputs actually helped him concentrate. It was a sign of someone that had dealt with sensory overload too many times and got used to it.
The medical file Tim had provided had said he was diagnosed with anxiety and was supposed to take medication. Bruce knew that much from the missing medication when Tim escaped Leslie’s clinic. Alfred made sure that Tim took his medication in the morning, the painkillers for his leg, the antibiotics and there was no doubt that he made sure the anxiety medication was ingested as well.
The ride home was quick, Tim was good at driving on busy roads. He knew what directions to take, took proper precautions when someone cut him off or pressed the brakes unexpectedly and was able to deal with the business of Gotham’s traffic.
Tim was excellent at swerving through traffic, indicating he had done it before. Bruce suspected that, if he hadn’t been in the car Tim would have probably been a little more reckless, most drivers were when they drove alone. He was better at driving than the other Bats, only being beaten by both Alfred and Bruce himself.
When Tim pulled in the parking spot at the manor he did feel his leg, still not an aching feeling but he was definitely pushing it now. Seeing this, Bruce got out of the car, put the bags in one hand and then helped Tim out of the car and into the manor. He only let go of Tim when he was seated in the Nest.
“Alfred, can you get some painkillers for Tim and call the others down to the Den for ice cream? We got you a bowl too.”
“Very well Master Bruce.” Alfred nodded, already halfway out of the door.
“I don’t need painkillers.”
“You will in about an hour, when your leg is settled again.” Bruce retorted with a snort as he bent down in front of Tim and gently felt the tense muscles of his leg.
Tim winced as the tight muscles were massaged, it had hurt more than he would like to admit. He knew Bruce was right, if he didn’t move as much as he had the past few hours his leg would begin to ache from the strain he had put on it today. “I’m fine.”
“Sure sweetheart, but no more walking today, otherwise Alfred might bring the crutches back.”
Five minutes later Tim was eating his ice cream on the couch. The others were quick to join them. Sensing the opportunity for a family movie night, Dick put on a movie before sitting next to Tim. Bruce sat on his other side while Jason laid down on the carpeted ground with his book.
Alfred walked in with Tim’s painkillers, “Master Timothy, I have your medication.”
“Thanks.” Tim murmured as he took the bottle from Alfred and shook two pills in his hand. Alfred was about to hand him a glass of water but Tim swallowed them dry before settling back against the back of the couch.
“How did the meeting go? Good I guess, considering the celebratory ice cream.” Dick asked.
“The board was agreeable.” Tim confirmed.
It had been a good day.
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Finally, after close to a month of not being out on the streets.
Red Robin was back in action.
It was under very, very strict supervision of Batman and with baby wheels since his leg was still not fully alright, but Red Robin was out again.
The only reason for it was that it was a quiet night and Tim had been picking up his training again. Tim’s training ethics were much more brutal than the Bat’s, Bruce had to pull him away from training when Tim had been at it for over three hours, claiming to be doing ‘endurance training’. It ended up being a compromise, if Tim ate well he got to go out to stretch his wings.
Tim was just happy to be out again. The manor was nice, it felt warm and homely but there was something about the cold, wet streets that always called to him. The Gotham streets was the place he grew up, not the mausoleum that was his parents’ house.
“Red Robin, burglary two blocks south.”
“Copy, on my way.”
Oracle had officially been introduced to Tim and the two hit it off right away. Their shared love for technology and hacking helped in that department.
Batman was not far off as Red Robin headed to the burglary in progress. He had his own case so he allowed Red Robin to go alone. It was just a small burglary, not even armed. Red barely had to fight before he had all of them tied up.
It was when Red was back on the roof when things got a little more interesting.
All week, Red Robin felt someone following him around. If he left the manor, the presence was there. It was never in the manor or on the Wayne property, but the minute he left it was there.
Tonight was no different and Tim had had enough.
“Come out, I know you’re there.”
The bats loved their drama.
No one appeared on the roof with Red Robin. With a sigh, Red Robin cracked his joints and ran straight for the presence.
It was an assassin.
A League assassin.
For fucks’ sake.
Tim should have known that Ra’s would be intrigued by him, Tim’s Ra’s had been, why wouldn’t this one? He had been kicking the bee-hive, he should’ve expected the consequences.
A mistake on his part it seems. Not one he was willing to make again. Tim had been too comfortable, it shouldn’t be surprising since things never stayed quiet in Tim’s life.
After a bit of a fight, Red Robin managed to pin the assassin. His foot pressed against their neck, threatening to crush it beneath his boot. The implication was enough for the assassin to quit their attempt to escape.
“What are your orders, assassin?” Red Robin demanded in the League Dialect.
It had been a pain to learn but Tim was grateful for it. It was mildly amusing to see the eyes of the assassin widen in awe and plain confusion.
“My orders are my own.”
“Make no mistake, I have noticed your people shadowing me and I have allowed it thus far.” Mostly because Tim was unaware of the tiny detail that his new shadows were sent by the League. “Speak, unless you want to fail your master.”
The assassin hesitated before replying, “The Demon Head wishes to retrieve information.”
“Tell Ra’s Al Ghul that he can go fuck himself.” Red switched to English as he snarled, “Leave Gotham, if I come across you, or any other League Assassin again, I will not be so kind.”
After the demand was made, Red lifted his boot and turned, not caring what the assassin would do next. Ra’s was attempting to gather information on the Bats, no surprise there, Tim would have done the same had he been in his position.
Ra’s wanted his heir back and he wanted to learn all he could about the new player on the chessboard.
Red Robin needed to head back to Batman and inform him of this whole mess.
“Oracle?”
“Present.”
“Inform Agent A and Nightwing that the League of Assassins might be in town again, I just had a run in with one of their assassins.” Tim informed as he grappled towards Batman’s location, “I will explain later in the debrief.”
“Already on it. Be careful out there.”
“Will do.”
Batman was already on his way to Red as they met on a roof a couple blocks away. The tall form immediately took a hold of Red’s shoulders and gave him a once over.
“Are you alright?”
Red nodded, “Yes, I handled it for now, but they will be back.”
“We are headed back to base. Get to the car.”
It was 3 am when the two vigilantes were in the car, speeding back to the Batcave. The ride was a little tense, but pretty quiet otherwise.
When they entered the Batcave, everyone was already waiting for them to join the meeting. Oracle was on the large screen looking out over the meeting table. Jason was in his Red Hood get up without his mask, leaning against the table while talking with Damian, the kid had somehow learned that the League was in town and refused to go to bed. Dick and Alfred were off to the side, working behind the Batcomputer.
Red Robin and Batman headed for the table, shedding their masks on the way. Bruce made a stop by Dick and Alfred, pressing a quick kiss on Dick’s head as he looked at what the two were working on. Tim on the other hand joined Jason and took a seat to the left of where he was leaning.
“How was tonight?” Jason asked as he took the seat next to Tim’s.
“Good,” Tim replied, “Quiet, other than the League being back.”
“What happened?” Bruce asked as he, Alfred and Dick joined the meeting table as well. It was time for the debrief of the night and it seems that the League was the first topic.
“For the past week I have had the feeling of being watched.” Tim started, “Today I got the evidence I needed to confirm that suspicion. The League has been in Gotham. The assassin that I caught mentioned gathering intel for Ra’s– scouts.”
“Didn’t your Ra’s have an obsession with you?” Jason pointed out, “I don’t know about the others here, but I’m pretty sure I haven't been shadowed.”
“Me neither.” Dick piped up.
“Sadly, yes, Ra’s did like to be a pain in my ass.” Tim grumbled, “I think he wants Damian back. To do this he needs to know his enemies. Seeing as he knows all of you already, it is logical that he is gathering intel on me specifically.”
“We can not take any risks when the League is involved.” Bruce mused, “I am not losing my sons to that man. From now on, everyone needs to be twice as vigilant. If there is anything suspicious, let us know– even if it is just a suspicion without evidence– we need to be a team to keep Ra’s from finding a weakness to exploit.”
“Agreed.” Dick nodded, “I suggest bringing back the panic buttons to our civilian get up as well. Also, regular check ups every three hours when outside of Wayne Manor.”
“That would be for the best,” Bruce agreed, “I would also like to set up a watch for Tim and Damian, they are who Ra’s is after.”
“Ra’s isn’t after me, not yet at least. It is just curiosity at this point.” Tim replied, “The assassin was sent to watch, not interfere. I was the one to attack them.”
“You attacked a League assassin?!” Dick looked at Tim with concern, “Why would you–?”
“This is not just as simple as gathering intel.” Tim explained, “Ra’s plays games, he wanted to see how long I would wait to tell Bruce– to communicate. He is testing me for my reaction time and my limits. If Ra’s didn’t want me to know about the assassin, he wouldn’t have sent a mere foot soldier. He wouldn’t have taken that risk. I could have acted as if I didn’t notice them, but I prefer to keep Ra’s surprised and on his toes. In my experience, it is better to attack when Ra’s is not prepared yet, instead of trying to play Ra’s game the way he wants you to.”
The Bat’s fell silent at Tim’s words, he had a point, Ra’s was testing him. And the fact that Tim knew this was impressive to say the least. It also told them all about the fact that Tim had a complicated history with Ra’s.
Tim continued when he noticed that the Bat’s were just staring at him, “I think we should be focusing on offence, not on defence. Sometimes the offence is the best defence and against Ra’s it’s better to keep him occupied instead of running after him.”
“What do you suggest?” Bruce asked after a moment of silence.
“Adjusting our strategy.”
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Dick: Wanna join a shopping spree tomorrow?
Tim: *Not in the mood and attempting to gently back out* I wouldn’t want to impose–
Dick: Great! Tomorrow at 10 am, you better be ready! Or else~
Tim: *Watching Dick skip away* Damn.
Tim: *Aces meeting*
Bruce: That is not normal but hey! A win is a win!
Bruce: How about therapy?
Tim: Historically, a bad idea.
Bruce: What? No. Therapy is good.
Tim: *Thinking back to all the times that they have been betrayed* Nahh
Bruce: What flavours do you want?
Tim: *Not used to being listened to or his preferences being asked* Whatever’s fine.
Bruce: *Not about to let that fly* Alright, cool, which ones though?
Tim: *Teary-eyed* Lemon and pistachio.
Tim: I know you’re there.
League Assassin: *Exists*
Tim: *Screeches*