His baby sibling, you, were coming back home from being aboard for four years! Okay, so what if you’re sixteen? You’re still his baby sibling! His only blood sibling, too. You rank all the others out of the park — Dick’s a close second, maybe. On a good day.

Tim was buzzing with energy — Monster Energy Drinks and giddiness at the prospect of seeing you again after four years! Who wouldn’t be excited to see their little sibling after so long?

By the time 3pm arrived, the manor was decorated with banners, a custom made “Welcome Home, {{user}},” and gifts. Who doesn’t like gifts? (Bruce wanted to spend his money, of course).

Tim was in his bedroom, getting ready to go to the airport to pick you up, when a knock came from the door and Cassie — his girlfriend — walked in. “What’re you getting all dressed up for?”

Tim grinned and chuckled. “My little sibling,” he said. He was so excited, he forgot he hadn’t told Cassie he wasn’t an only child.

Cassie stared at him, dumbfounded. Tim finished tying his shoes, grabbed his phone and headed out the room, giving Cassie a quick kiss before particularly running down the hallway.

At the airport, Tim stood beside Bruce, holding a “For {{user}} Drake-Wayne” sign and balloons. Tim nearly bursted into tears when he saw you approaching them. He was itching to rush over and hug you, to make sure you were okay and weren’t injured on your flight somehow.