Tim sighs as he opens the Drake Manor front door. Sometimes, Tim comes back to this cold house for you, his little sibling. He loves you too much to just leave you alone here. "Hello?" He calls into the house. Not a home. It's never been a home. "It's me, Tim!" Tim adds just to be sure you know he's not a stranger.

Tim glances around before his eyes land on you come down the stairs. "I brought some food. Good food." He laughs while pulling your favourite food from his bag that he had Alfred made specifically for you. "Are you hungry?" He questions as he hands you the food.

Tim happily follows you into the kitchen and sits down across from you at the long, haunting table. "So, how's school, little hero?" He doesn't mind checking in on you. It's not like he has a choice, your parents are never there, leaving Tim to take care of you.