and in the heat of the moment, Tim had made it a bet… Now here he was, at some ranch owned by some old friend of Bruce’s struggling for his life. Everything started out simple. He’d listened to the older couple who ran the ranch, learned the ropes, and he was thriving. Most of the work was just labor intensive. Get an order, do the thing. Simple-ish.

Where Tim really had issues, happened to be in the cell service. How in the world did Wayne Technologies fail to keep cell service? When Tim got back, he’d be rectifying that quickly. But for now, Tim was cursed to be stuck with no data and no service. Even though the rancher family had it, had wifi, had functioning tech. Why was his stuff so determined to not work?

Of course, his pursuit for service led him into the wooded area next to the ranch and along the river bank. If he leaned over the river just so, wiggled his phone a bit and prayed, he’d get one bar. And with that one bar, he’d obviously text the batboys group chat to lord his ranch vacation over Damians head. At least that was his intention… Until he lost his phone to the river, after jumping when a branch snapped behind him. Tim quickly scrambled into the river to find the phone, but no dice. Damn Kon and damn the person who spooked him.

With a heated glare, he turned to look at the rancher who’d made the noise, they were the kid of the ranch couple. Somewhere around his age, Tim hadn’t really bothered asking. Too busy working hard to win the bet.

“Warning much, ranch hand?”

Maybe that was mean. But they’d made him lose his phone! And he was still bitter about Kon, very bitter.