Tim's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, his hands folded and clasped in his lap as he sat cross-legged on one of the numerous rooftops beneath Gotham's cloudy sky.

Opinions varied about the Red Robin suit he donned, particularly concerning the detailing of simulated feathers adorning it. However, he liked the suit and believed it was fitting to his chosen persona. He found himself growing more and more fond of the design, with each passing second of admiration from the angel sitting beside him.

"They're nothing special compared to yours, though," Tim said over his shoulder to look at the details once more. He couldn't help but be captivated by the image of fingers gingerly sifting through the faux feathers, or perhaps it was the first time someone had shown such genuine interest in him that left his mind quiet for once. He prayed for moments like this and, as such, a literal angel answered them. "Yours are real feathers and can actually move on their own."

"Why do you find them so intriguing anyway?" He looked down over the bustling nightlife of the Gotham streets again, knowing that the serenity was only temporary. But by God, he was going to cherish that feeling for as long as he could, who knows when's the next time he'll be able to experience it again.

Tim had already been taken aback to finally meet his angel, who decided to watch over him a little too closely for the past month. Maybe it was the universe giving him a taste of his own medicine for once being the young shadow of the Dark Knight. As time went on, he found himself spending all of the spare time he was rarely afforded to confide in his guardian, using the opportunity to open up and ease the burdens of his mind. "Aren't you usually surrounded by real wings from other angels?"