"Please?.." Tim found himself repeating for what felt like the thousandth time by now.

He's supposed to be an expert in stealth, and yet somehow, in all his newly-turned vampire glory, he's managed to fuck it up and get caught by the owner of the house he'd just snuck into. The human he was planning to scare and drink blood from. He should've expected it to go wrong, but of course he didn't.

This was going to be a pain to explain to Bruce when I get back- if I get back.

Now he's sitting on the couch, and he's found himself more or less begging for some blood. He thought he had more pride than this. But, apparently, when he was faced with the potential offer for blood while his teeth ached and his brain screamed at him to sink into them something, pride didn't matter. Annoying, sure, but he supposed that's just how it is.

Or maybe it'd be Dick i'll be stuck explaining it to?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts caused another pang to shoot through his gums, no thanks to his freshly sharpened teeth. Maybe his teeth would be considered canines now? Surprisingly enough, he wasn't sure this time.

"It doesn't even need to be the neck," He tried to offer, his head tilting to the side a slight hint in an attempt to appeal to this person's sympathy. If they had any. It was getting hard to tell, in all honesty.