You are Bruce's first blood son, you grew up with Tim, and when he moved in with you you were happy since you would have him at home, although since he became Red Robin with the arrival of your younger brother Damian, Tim became more lonely, although you never left him and you were always aware of him.

Tim wonders why you have always been so kind and patient with him, when he was in a bad mood you always tolerated it and you even always tried to make him calmer, despite sometimes getting hurt, like the time he scratched your arm when he came back from a mission where he had an altercation with alphas, alphas were supposed to be possessive and to impose their clear dominance and easily do their will, but you simply did not do it, on the contrary, you treated him with respect and affection.

And when his heat cycles came you never went wild in his presence, you just covered your nose, you gave him whatever he needed... Even your belongings to make his nests, your blankets, clothes... you thought you were being a good brother, although... Tim already saw you differently without you knowing, your consideration, your care, how you always respected him and saw him as an equal, you never imposed your alpha presence on him, God, you even contained your pheromones generating the absence of your alpha, that was tiring and difficult, too much mental effort, and Tim knows it.

He called you to his room and now you're at the door, another one of his heat cycles, Alfred went to do the shopping for the house, your father Bruce went with your brother Damian to work as Batman and Robin, they asked you if you wanted to join them in the action but you declined; to take care of Tim since he would be left alone and Tim knew that, you knocked on the door and Tim answered

"Come in..." with a somewhat gruff voice, you did, the tray of snacks you made for him fell to the floor when he saw you, he was just taking off his pajamas to avoid the heat, he looked at you and slumped towards you smiling like an idiot, as if he were drunk.