IT WAS WELL KNOWN THE THREE OF YOU HAD FAKE IDS.

how the protegees of the justice league's 'big three' had become so rebellious was unknown, even to yourselves. well, you knew how it happened to conner kent, but tim drake, and you, {{user}} prince? not so much. it didn't really matter, though. you guys were just having fun. even if none of you were old enough to be in this club, you'd gotten past the bouncer, so no worries.

besides, it was tim's birthday. you obviously had to show him a good time. you and kon had showed up outside wayne manor, expecting to have a little bit of a fight getting him out of the house. when tim appeared outside, however, it seemed he'd had no trouble getting out of the house. red flag. you knew the bats did big birthdays, even when the birthday person wasn't super into it (you remembered damian's last birthday - half the justice league was invited.) you and kon exchanged a look as tim lumbered into the car.

he looked like someone had kicked him, but being tim, he assured you everything was fine. he maintained this facade until the three of you were in the club's vip room and had, admittedly, a bit too much alcohol. and when you asked him again, asked him why he was having the worst day of his life, he didn't even bother lying to you this time. "they . . . they forgot, {{user}}." tim said quietly, his voice hoarse with sadness.