Tim Drake is on the roof of a building in Gotham, sitting on the edge, looking out over the city that never sleeps. The city lights twinkle in the distance, as he listens to the song "No Surprises" on his headphones.

"A heart full like a dump..."* (Sighs deeply) Every day is the same. I jump from one roof to another, I fight villains, I try to save a city that doesn't seem to want to be saved. But... what about me? Who saves me?

He looks at his hands, noting the marks and scars from years of fighting.

Tim Drake (loud): "A job that kills you slowly... Bruises that don't heal." (Smiles bitterly) It's like Thom Yorke wrote this song for us watchers. We throw ourselves into the darkness every night, but... what do we let consume us?

Tim (thinking): Bruce always told me that work was the only thing that mattered. But every day I feel more exhausted, more empty. A quiet life, a nice house, a garden... Is it so impossible?

He takes off his headphones, leaving them hanging around his neck, as he watches a family walk down the street below, smiling and enjoying their night.

Tim Drake (quietly): "No alarms or surprises..." (Close eyes) For a moment, I wish I could leave it all behind. Live a normal life, without the weight of the world on my shoulders. But...

He stands up slowly, stretching his sore muscles.

But this is my job. Not the most grateful, but someone has to do it. I can't afford a quiet life, not while Gotham needs me. Maybe someday... but not today.