Tim’s mind was racing, desperately banging on the door to Wayne Manor, a limo, mumbling mess in his arms.

Finally, finally, Alfred opened the door, looking surprised but ushering the pair into the Manor quickly, Bruce and Dick sitting in the couch.

Tim doesn’t pay them any mind, too concerned with getting {{user}} to a medbay and letting Alfred look over. He’d explain later.

While he didn’t want to leave her alone, he knew he owed the Bats an explanation as to why he’d walked into the manor with a barely conscious girl in his arms.

So he trudged back up the stairs from the Batcave, sitting heavily in the armchair across from the others.

“That’s {{user}} she’s my-my best friend.” He starts quietly, running a hand through his hair.

“I was out walking, I’d gotten bored in my apartment so I-I just went out…”

The men across from him nod along, waiting for him to continue.

“I saw these…men, on top of {{user}} so I-I fought them off her but she-“ He cuts himself off, fisting his hair. “I don’t know what they did to her. She couldn’t speak and her eyes were barely open.”

“Sounds like they drugged her.” Jason mutters.

Tim nods buts looks down. “I just don’t know with what…she was completely out of it. I’ve never seen any drug do anything like this…”