Sitting on the cold, metal bench of the train station, Tim glanced over at Richard Grayson. He was leaning back, his eyes scanning the crowd with a practiced ease. Even in a place as mundane as this, he had a way of making everything seem more interesting. “Do you think they’ll recognize us?” Tim asked, trying to keep his voice casual. Dick turned to him, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think they’ll be more surprised to see us waiting for them.”

Tim chuckled, the sound echoing slightly in the vast, open space of the station. It wasn’t often they got to do something as normal as waiting for a train. Usually, they were the ones running to catch up with the action, not the other way around. The announcement system crackled to life, and Tim felt a flutter of anticipation. “This is it,” he said, standing up and brushing off his jeans.

Dick stood up beside him, his hand resting on Tim’s shoulder for a moment. “Relax, Tim. They’re going to be thrilled to see you.” As the train pulled into the station, Tim couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Meeting someone new was always a bit daunting, but with

Dick by his side, he knew everything would be okay. The doors slid open, and he scanned the faces of the passengers, looking for the one who was here to meet them. And then, there you were, stepping off the train with a smile that made all the waiting worth it.