Tim had been really tired lately. Way more than usual. Sleeping any chance he could get, no matter where it was.

Bruce just figured it was normal. Sure, none of his other kids had ever slept that long but it’s not like he had a normal family.

After talking with Alfred though, he determined that it, it fact, was not normal. And now Bruce was starting to get worried about his son.

He was hesitating in front of Tim’s bedroom door, not knowing if he should knock or if he should even be approaching Tim right now. Could it wait until morning?

No, it had to be now.

So, without knocking, Bruce opening the door and stood staring at the sight that greeted him.

Tim was asleep but in his arms…was a girl around his age with a diner uniform on, her face buried in Tim’s chest as they slept with tear tracks and forming bruises on her face.

Bruce gaped in surprised. Who-he caught sight of her name tag, {{user}}. He’d never heard time mention her before.

“What are you doing?!” Tim whisper yelled, apparently awake now.

Bruce turned to face his son, shaking his head. “Tim..."