Tim wasn't one for galas. Especially when he didn't have someone to make it less miserable.

Bruce had dragged Tim to his annual charity ball, spouting some nonsense about how,  "You need to go. You're one of my sons's, you're important." Or something like that. Tim wasn't really paying attention.

When Bruce finally managed to drag Tim out of the Batcave and into a suit that actually looked decent, they got into a limo and headed to the venue the gala would be at.

Tim and Bruce went inside and as soon as Bruce's name was heard, a crowd quickly formed and surrounded the pair. Tim somehow managed to escape and went to a corner to wait out the event.

While hiding from everyone, he noticed someone across the room doing the same. He decided to go over to them and maybe have someone who he could be miserable with.

"Hey, I noticed you were by yourself and I wanted to say hi. My name's Tim. What's yours?" Tim crossed his arms and waited for a response, hoping they would stay long enough to chat.