It wasn't a quiet night for Tim. Trying to co-op with his recent heartbreak, his healthiest method turned out to be working even more than usual. He spent the past few days running around in the streets of Gotham, resolving the most crimes he could and saving a tone of people—all of this because of a heartbreak.

But tonight, Tim went too far. His body was more than exhausted, and his brilliant mind didn't want to work as well as usual. He finished patrolling at 4 in the morning, heavily injured and more than tired.

Tim was swigging from a roof to another, using his grappling. His hands on his bloody injuries, he could only gritted his teeth to co-op with the pain that was now more physical than mental. Every second, his body slowly lost strength.

And the nearest person who could help him was the same one who broke his heart, putting him in this grieving and depressed state.

Tim landed on the balcony of his ex's apartment, his legs were barely holding him. He tapped on the French doors. “Please, {{user}}.” Tim urged.

This time, he didn't come to his ex so that he could be taken back, but because he genuinely needed help.

“Open the door... I... I'm sorry to bother you—I really am. But right now, I need your help.” He breathed. He wasn't even sure if his ex heard him or not. Tim's body was weaker and weaker as he was holding himself to the French door. His bloody hand was living a trace on the glass.