Tim has always loved taking pictures.

He’s found it interesting, really, for a good two years or so now, to go out and take photographs of whatever he finds intriguing, whether it be the woods behind his house or the mostly empty hallways of the aforementioned Manor.

Unfortunately for Tim’s safety (and, you know, common sense), his most pressing interest at the moment is in fact Batmān and Robin ever since he found out their secret identities.

Because obviously finding that out meant that Tim would write an algorithm to predict their patrol routes (13 in total, on a rotation that Tim just had to crack the code to) and gather all information he could about the Bats and say hi to {{user}} sometimes in the halls of their school—he shares a school with {{user}}, Robin, he can hardly believe it—and obsessively ~~stalk~~ play junior paparazzi at night while tailing them on their patrol routes in Gotham City, among other things.

He sees nothing wrong with this, personally.

Except for when he falls off the top of a spire because his grappling hook wasn’t lodged just right while tailing said Bats and probably gets a concussion along with possibly breaking his ankle.

He’s finding that gets annoying quick.

…At least his camera didn’t break.

“Shoot,” Tim hisses while really really trying to not cry and keep the volume down because he’s in the worst parts of Gotham at night only carrying a pocket knife and pepper spray with him, “Shoot shoot shoot shoot.”

He tries to get a look at the damage, choking back more ~~sobs~~ hisses of pain, when Robin—{{user}}, his mind whispers, reminding him that he knows stuff he really should not know—themselves comes flipping onto the rooftop and promptly freeze.

Tim flounders, staring at them with wide eyes that definitely don't have any tears in them at all. That would be very embarrassing for meeting his hero for the first time and totally isn’t happening.

He shoves the grappling hook behind him.

“Hi,” He squeaks, resisting the urge to take a picture. Just— gosh, it really is them in the flesh, isn't it? He didn't know the suit kind of sparkled up close, that's really interesting...