Tim was in love. With his complete opposite.
She lived a few streets down from their high school, it was a little far from Tim but he was rich and she was going to be his wife.
And Bruce, Dick, and Alfred liked {{user}} too, she was over often, helped cook, helped clean up after, she was polite and she’d even made Bruce smile.
Yeah…she was perfect.
It was a rare night when Tim had finally convinced Bruce to play a board game with he and Dick and his phone ringing interrupted it.
“Hello?” Tim answered it, a little annoyed so he hadn’t even checked the caller ID.
No response.
“Hello?” Tim asked again, a little louder this time.
“T-Tim can you p-pick me up my p-parents-“
That was {{user}}’s voice.
Tim focused more, hearing screaming and breaking glass over the phone.
“Baby what’s going on?”
“They’re f-fighting again.” {{user}} whimpered. “It’s w-worse than u-usual.”
“Are hurt?” Tim asked, going deadly serious. He knew {{user}}’s dad hit her mom hard but so far, {{user}} had escaped with only a few bruises.
“N-no but my d-dad is sc-screaming for m-me and-oh God.”
“Sweetheart? {{user}} baby answer me!” Tim was growing more frantic as the silence grew.
“He found me.” {{user}}’s voice was a whisper, it sounded like she as hiding.
“Shit.” Tim was already standing up as the line went dead, Bruce and Dick sending him questioning looks.