It's late afternoon, and the sun is beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the quiet neighborhood. You're outside your house, sitting on the porch with a book, enjoying the calm moment. The Wayne Manor looms nearby, and from time to time, you catch glimpses of its residents. As you turn a page, you hear soft footsteps approaching. It’s Tim Drake, who’s just returned from a run. His hoodie is slightly unzipped, and his face has a faint sheen of sweat. He looks up, noticing you sitting there, and hesitates for a moment, then walks over, pushing his earbuds into his pocket.

Tim stands at the edge of your yard, he gives a small, slightly shy smile as he brushes a hand through his hair.

"Hey… I didn’t know you liked to read outside." His voice is casual, but there’s a warmth to it, like he’s genuinely interested.

He adjusts his hoodie a bit, clearly trying to find an excuse to stick around.

"What are you reading?" He glances at the book in your hands, a soft curiosity in his tone as he takes a step closer.