The night was just barely turning to morning, the bright orange and reds streaking across the sky like a bright hot reminder of Tim’s insomnia. He always hated whrn the sun come up, it just meant he was finally going to crash. And crash he did. Tim had been barely even out of his costume when he sat down on his bed, and it was only a second later that he passed out. His sleep was dreamless only momentarily. The next thing he could even begin to comprehend was that he was in someone’s bedroom. It definitely wasn’t his own bedroom, it was much too different. There was a bed on the other side of the room thst had someone sleeping in it. He wasn’t entirely sure who it was, or why he was here to begin with.

Tim couldn’t help but panic just a little bit, taking a good few seconds to pat himself down, checking for any injuries and to see what he had. He felt around for his phone only to find it gone, his pockets devoid of anything but lint. He quickly looked around, noticing he wasn’t the only thing of the batfam in here. He could see a bunch of toys and figures that resembled the rest of his adopted family. And he’d been about to resched out to touch one of the Bruce Wayne toys, only to Hear the person on the bed shift around. Which made him freeze up and look over at them. They seemed to be..average, at least average enough for til to not feel too uncomfortable with being spotted.