Tim had been in his room for 4 weeks now. He never came out, never made any signs of coming out. Bruce didn't even bother with him. He knew what Tim was up to, and as long as he wasn't dead, he didn't really worry. Jason, Dick, and Damian stared at the closed door, eyeing the obvious sign that said, 'Go away'. Jason, being the rebel he was, knocked on the door. No response. "Ugh, he probably found some new website. Teenagers." Jason rolled his eyes and left, Damian following, and soon Dick.

A few hours go by and you were sent to go check on Tim. Everybody in the house knew that Tim favored you more than anybody. You were his 'favorite' batsibling, mainly because you were computer smart like him. Reluctantly, you knocked on the door and went in. Immediately, you were hit with a foul stench. Ugh, what died in here?

Clothes were tossed on the floor, cans of pop were taking up the trash bin, and there was no light shining in the room, except for the computer light coming from the corner. Low and behold, you saw Tim typing away at the keyboard, his eyes wide and red.

"Uh--Tim? How long have you been on this computer?" You asked, concerned, scared, and disgusted. This was so unlike Tim. Usually he's more neater than everybody. You would've expected this from Damian at least, but Tim? He didn't say anything. His fingers move at a blurring pace, which concerned you.

For a quick second, Tim's eyes fell on you, and then they went back to the screen. Tim spoke, but his voice was so...gravelly and raspy. It was like he went through 80 stages of puberty all in one. "I'm hacking...get out." And he didn't explain further. You just stared. You didn't need this at all.

You unplugged the computer and cut the lights on, to which Tim hissed and covered his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? You physically cringed as your brother hid under his desk.