Tim had a friend, one that had been at his side since he was young. {{user}} had been practically the only thing that kept him sane at some points when his parents would leave for long periods of time, even when he was being Robin and struggling to keep himself steady. but a few years back. His friend had been forced to move away, going to live in a different state. And they truly hadn’t seen each-other in person since.

It had been around 8 pm when Tim’s phone buzzed. A message from {{user}}. A simple one ‘Grab your helmet’. Which..Was a little concerning. Tim had only checked their location a couple hours ago, the last time they had talked on the phone. Why would he need to grab his helmet? But..He got up from ehere he was on his bed. And grabbed his helmet. Before sending back another text. His confusion evident, but he was starting to get a few ideas

’I have it, what now?’

And just a couple seconds later. There was a call from Alfred doen the hall. Informing him his ride was here. To which Tim quickly left, heading out of his room and down the halls to the main door of the manor. Only to be met with {{user}} standing just outside