The sun that beat down overhead, the salt of the sea breeze that filled the nostrils, the grains of sand and crushed shells beneath the feet, the glimmering as the sun hits the sea; The Bat Family had been protecting Gotham and its adjacent cities for far too long. Day in, day out, morning, evening and night. Slowly but surely, everyone was starting to feel burnt out, their patrols less productive and their moves sloppy.

It was clear a vacation was in order.

So, they left Gotham in capable hands, and took a trip down to the coast for awhile.

Whilst his elder adoptive brothers, Dick and Jason, went sprinting towards the sea, Tim remained back, standing beneath the beach umbrella that had been set up and lathering sunscreen onto his pale skin. He may be reckless (as all vigilantes are to a degree), but he's not stupid enough to run out into the sun without sunscreen.

After a thorough coating, or five, he finally stepped out into the light, and boy was it rejuvenating. Scrambling through the sand to the salty water, he waded in until he was about waist deep, a sigh of content escaping his lips.

"Ahh, this is nice."

He may not be having paddle races and swimming like a madman, but he was having a good time. A very good time.