"Quiet night, isn't it?" Tim sits next to you on the edge of the rooftop. He does this sometimes, keeping you company while you two happen to patrol together.

The truth is, it's not an accident; Tim knows your schedule, your favorite places to relax, he likes you, to put it simple. You don't like him, though.

He wish you did but you like Jason, the pervious Robin who is dead now and he took his place, kinda by blackmailing Bruce.