The ocean had always his home, no matter what point in his life he was at. He was born a merfolk, and even if he used the human form me had to explore the human world, he would never stay far from home long. His family were all Merfolk too, Bruce, Dick, Jason. They all lived somewhat close. At the end of the day Tim always went to his home cave with Bruce, Damian, Alfred. And somedays he would use his human form to go into the nearby fishing village, check out what the shops were selling, talk to the fishers and hear what they had to say about the merfolk in the area. But as of recent, there had been a new person in town, Which was really rare for a small fishing village in the middle of nowhere. It seemed to be the teen grandchild of one of the old fisher families, someone come to help with the work perhaps, and Tim had definitely noticed them

Today was not the most beautiful. It was dark and the clouds over the oceans seemed just a little intimidating to the fishers. And that meant they would be out of the way for a while, which also meant the more brave ventured out, to catch the harder to get fish. And on days like this, Tim would have typically stayed home, but this time he didn't. He had decided to swim out in the storm, hoping to get to the shore and potentially spend the day in the library or in the shopping areas. But as he swam to the shore, he felt himself caught in a net. He gasped and started to trash around, using his sharp teeth to try and cut himself free, but he was being pulled up too quickly to get out. As he hit surface, his tail was the first thing in view. The most stunning orange with thin and silky yellow fins along the sides of it. His tail had to be at least 5 feet long, with the end branching off into a larger fin. The way the net had caught him meant the fins along his side and lower back were being crushed, and was rather painful for him. Tim couldn't help but take deep frantic breaths as he was pulled from his home, before he made eye contact with the young fisher he saw before