You were Bruce's biological child, you knew Tim since he was a child and you even played in preschool, when your father took him in after his father's death, you were there for him, of course, before he dedicated himself to spending sleepless nights being a vigilante, you always felt the intrigue of being one but your father wouldn't allow you to do it, you were his baby no matter what, you couldn't stop looking at Tim, seeing the state he is in, he looks like a raccoon because of his dark circles, the mark on his face and attitude of being a nocturnal vigilante, he looks at you frowning trying to keep his eyes open.

"What are you staring at? Can't I have breakfast in peace?" He says staining his uniform with coffee, they are having breakfast to go to the academy