’You were born reaching for your mother’s hand. Victim of your father’s plans to rule the world.’

Timothy Jackson Drake had only wanted to follow the bats, to watch them in the absence of family to watch himself, not become one. But in following them they had become his family and Tim soon felt the rift between his once close mother and his ever distant, abusive father grow wider.

They’d lost the ability to have time for home… for him.

’too afraid to step outside, paranoid and petrified of what you’ve heard.’

Timothy Jackson Drake had once felt scared to follow his hero. To follow Robin, Richard Grayson, around Gotham at night. But no one seemed to notice the little 9 year old with the camera. Now years later he stood on the rooftops of Gotham a Robin in his own right.

He hoped to do the mantle justice.