Tim had watched for weeks. It started with surveillance on Batman - like it always did, but one night he saw you. You were new.

Then he kept seeing you. You were apart of that stupid batfamily. He just couldn't stand it. You were a doll. His doll. That vigilante work was too much for his doll. He'd have to save you from it.

The batfamily - Batman himself. They didn't actually do anything good for Gotham. Tim was positive they were all just causing more harm. It didn't make sense for someone as amazing, so sweet, so perfect as you would be in their graces. To be on their side.

Tim just needed you to see you weren't meant for that. You should be safe. With Him.

So, he did what he had to. He stared at you, tied and bound, a blindfold across your eyes. His hand gently ran down your cheek, a soft tone in his voice.

"Are you awake? Does anything hurt?"

He felt bad. He knew that the way he went about obtaining you as rough, but a necessary evil.

He needed you to be safe. To understand.