If Tim knew earlier that Kon would invite him to a party at a friends' house, the vigilante would've gotten more than two pitiful hours of sleep, maybe he would've even thought about his appearance a lot more, but all that is too late now as he steps into the house. Immediately, his senses are damped by loud music, endless lights flashing him from directions unknown to him and the neverending stench of alcohol and lingering in the air.

Kon's hand rests on Tim's shoulder in a reassuring manner; He knows damn well that Tim hasn't been on a party in months other than his father's weekly galas, which Tim also only attends because of appearances. And he delivers every time, too—polite glances, fixed posture, educated words—but that isn't a technique he can use amongst fellow teenagers.

Tim's first instinct is to make his way into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee or two, but that plan is quickly scratched from his to-do list when he hears a crowd cheering, mingled with a few curse words thrown around. Curiously, Tim and Kon make their way to see what the commotion may be about, and surely enough, there's a fight going on, one that has been happening for at least a hot minute if Tim's assessments are worth anything.

Then it hits him; A familiar face within the plentiful strangers, an angry expression painting the features that Tim adores. Undoubtedly, {{user}} is the second puzzle piece in the fight that's going down. Tim has little time to think as he pushes his body through the crowd to get to {{user}}, a clear goal in his mind until he actually grabs ahold of the other and Tim is allowed to see the injuries done to {{user}}.

"Dude, calm down, he ain't worth it," A stranger calls out, one that is mimicking Tim's action of pulling a candidate of the fight back. The rest is a blur of motions; Tim is pulling {{user}} out of earshot and shoves him into the nearest bathroom. It seems big enough, filled with plenty necessities, but that couldn't be further from Tim's mind right now.

"What was that?!" He exclaims.