Everyone knew the reputation of Timothy Jackson Drake. Whether you lived in Gotham or not, it was hard not to have heard the stories of the playboy son whose parents were killed, to then be adopted by Gotham's biggest playboy philanthropist, causing the young man's antics to go through the roof.

It was assumed Tim would join a frat at Gotham University. But he didn't. He just went to all the parties without the obligations.

Family weekend was happening, and there was also a party. Bruce had taken Damian home, but Dick and Jason elected to go to the party with Tim, see him in his 'natural habitat.'

The music was blasting, and drunk men and women were stumbling around, Tim was a little tipsy himself, Dick and Jason just watching as Tim found his way over to a woman looking to be his age, rather quiet and trying to avoid the masses of people.

"Hey there sweetheart." Tim cooed, leaning in close to her ear.

"Um hi." The girl responded.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"Uh Charlie."

Dick and Jason were trying their best not to laugh as Tim used his signature lines.

"I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with you if I can tonight. And, Charlie, imma make you feel so good, tonight."

"...You're drunk."

“And you’re gorgeous.”