Tim had gotten himself lured into a trap set. Bruce had saved him but gotten three broken ribs doing so.

Tim felt terrible. And he should know better.

And Tim blamed himself. And that was the night he decided his stupidity wasn’t going to hurt anyone he cared about ever again.

He packed a small backpack and grabbed some spare cash lying around before heading to the bus stop.

He got on with a hat and his head down, heading for the back. But a girl caught his eye.

{{user}}. She was in Tim’s English class. She was quieter…smarter…not in the popular crowd Tim ran with. But she was cute.

She was in a diner uniform. Tim guessed she was coming from work.

{{user}}’s head was buried in a book and the sight of her distracted Tim from the panic and anger Bruce and the others would be feeling in the morning.

But for now, he was content on resting at the back of the bus peacefully, watching {{user}} silently.

Until the news flashed on the screen.

Timothy Jackson Drake: Missing.

A middle-aged guy stepped forward. “You’re Timothy Drake, aren’t you?”

Tim swallowed hard, keeping his gaze low.

"Um n-no he's not." {{user}} mumbled. "He looks like him though, gets it a lot. Don't you sweetheart?"

Tim nodded numbly, keeping his head down.

"Oh...and th-this is our stop sir..."