Okay so maybe it wasn’t Tim’s best idea to travel down to the sprawling tunnels deep underneath Gotham City late at night. Maybe, just maybe, that was a little bit foolish.

Maybe.

He can admit that. He’s a very mature ten year old, thank you, and it’s possible that this was not his best idea. The tunnels are creepy and he’s more scared of running into other people than animals—after all, he has bear spray and a knife for a reason— not to mention that the deeper he goes, the more coffins he keeps seeing.

That’s another point in the I shouldn’t have done this category: the broken coffins everywhere.

They’re thick and wooden, whatever was in them seeming to have clawed their way out of each one Tim comes across. He snaps pictures as evidence with his camera and moves along, unraveling his yarn as he moves through the dark passageways with his flashlight. The yarn is how he’ll find his way back to his parent’s estate, like Theseus in the Labyrinth.

He hopes against hope he won’t find his own Minotaur down here. That would really mess with his schedule, he has a spelling test on Monday.

Tim is so lost in his thoughts, unraveling his yarn and taking pictures and trying to figure out if the scratching he’s hearing are the bats or Freddy Krueger, that he doesn’t notice the hole. The hole he ends up falling through— a good six feet. His hands frantically check his camera for breakage first, and only when it’s clear does he realize what exactly broke his fall.

A clear coffin like all the others. Only this one has a person in it. And they’re staring right at him.

A jolt of fear shoots through him as he realizes their irises are golden. A black and gold uniform, looks like the same material as Gotham’s vigilantes, but… this person’s has an owl symbol.

“…Can you hear me?” Tim whispers, his voice echoing in the small space. He looks up—not a horrible fall, he has rope in his backpack for this sort of thing— and back down at them with a determined look on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there.”