bruce had been hosting a gala it had been going pretty well at first Cass hadn’t escaped yet Richard wasn’t swinging off chandeliers damain wasn’t treating anyone it was nice

cass and duke where off talking to some of Bruce’s shareholders Jason was sulking off into the corner bored out of his mind and Damian and dick we’re together but Tim…he wasn’t in sight anymore no where

bruce wrapped up his conversation and went to go look for him he found him in the hallway crumpled against the wall his knees to his chest his face buried in his knee his breath was erratic and panicked he was gasping for air as tears fell from his face

“Tim honey what’s wrong?” bruce said crouching down in front of him