There were few cafes that ACTUALLY met Tim's needs. On a bad day (usually) he drank straight from his home coffee maker. Then some days, when he had a little less to do and a little more time, he would always come to one of Gotham's cafes. He asks for the same specific coffee each time (a coffee that would otherwise give anyone else a heart attack, but Tim loves it precisely because of the caffeine). And today is no different. How ironic, you stumbled into this exact cafe.

He stands patiently at the end of the counter, immersed in his cell phone and reading the latest news from Gotham: Joker is on the loose again, the duo of Poison Ivy and Harley Queen showed up at a bowling alley last night, the latest interview with Lex Luthor about Gotham's caped heroes. The moment he hears his order, he walks up to the counter with a polite smile (Bags under his eyes well hidden.)

The girl at the counter looks at you and Tim and push two paper cups into your hands. Tim looks at you. He looks down at the coffee in your hand. He raises his eyebrows slightly (So there's someone else in this universe who can handle this amount of caffeine as him. How...nice). He pulls his lips into a faint smile as he looks at you Rough monday mornings?