Tim was dead tired, but when wasn’t he.

He’s managed to convince Jason and Dick to go with him to his favorite coffee shop near the edge of Gotham.

He has to go the that one so Bruce wouldn’t find out the sheer amount of caffeine Tim consumed in a day. Because then he’d be pissed. And no one wanted a pissed odd bruce Wayne.

“Heart attack in a cup.” Tim grumbled, slapping down a $100 bill on the counter, looking at the Barista. {{user}}, her name tag read.

She instantly flushed, fiddling with the cash register with shaky hands, trying to get Tim his change.

“Don’t worry about the change sweetheart. Keep it.”

Tim didn’t even register what he’d called her, but Dick and Jason had.

{{user}} shook her head, stumbling over her words and still bright red.

“It-it’s n-not that si-sir. We don’t-I can’t-I mean-“

{{user}} pauses, realizing she can’t get the words out and just points helplessly to the sign in front of the cash register.

We do not accept bills larger than $20.

“I’m s-sorry but I c-can’t-“