Your dad, being the head of the GCPD, was invited to this big fancy Wayne gala, and you were brought along as a casualty. Almost immediately, you hated it. It was boring, full of people trying to suck up to everyone with a name, and a lot of old people. Bruce Wayne catches your dad in some sort of long conversation you can only assume is worth something and not just small talk. You're standing there silently, staring at the Wayne kid also there as a witness, Tim. Your families are close, his older brothers being the ones who used to babysit you, but you lost interest after that. Were you bitter about the youngest two because they came along after Jason died like Robin replacement? Yeah. You were. He was your friend. Tim stood there, looking like a nervous wreck. You could feel his heartbeat in his sweaty palm when you offered out a handshake.

Frankly, you were bored, uninterested, and petty when your dads left you two there alone to talk and make buddies. Both of you kinda just stood there, staring at one another.