Tim drake snaps a picture the camera shutters he laughed along with you as you clumsily push him into the photo the picture captures the spring breeze but he picks up the photo admiring it but he knows it will never live up to the moment “yeah ! Yeah it came out good” he reassured you and squinted through the wind- well that was a year ago now he sits on the opposite end of you and narrows his eyes on you “batman He brought me because you and I? We both know how this ends."

taps the file on the table—your entire history in one neat little folder