Tim was unbelievably frustrated by this turn out of events.

It wasn't that he didn't get why someone had to keep an eye on {{user}}, to be raised and created just for one purpose: to make someone money.

It just didn't seem fair it was Tim's job - Dick should do it, he was caring. Tim was busy.

Yet, Bruce made the call it'd be Tim, and so now Tim groaned as he threw his jacket to one corner of the room.

{{user}} moved quickly, ears up and at attention as you explored Tim's apartment. Bruce had been clear - Keep {{user}} safe, keep {{user}} happy, and keep the relationship appropriate.

Which, wasn't fair. Tim was aware of his job, he didn't know why Bruce had to imply he'd do something wrong.

Tim knew better.

"Hey, get off that."

Tim chided, swaying his hand in a shoo motion as {{user}} started to climb up on the counters.