Tim is User It was almost funny—almost. Gotham, a city of whispers and secrets, knew something the Batfamily didn’t know
The only people who know about him are Bruce, Babs, Jim Gordon, Joker himself, and Harley Quinn. Tim made Bruce swear not to tell Dick, and that promise carried over when Jason returned. Jason had enough trauma—he didn’t need to know. And as the family grew—Duke, Cass, Steph, Damian—Tim only became more convinced that if they found out, they’d hate him.
But Gotham? Gotham knew.
It started small. Things the others brushed off.
Rogues like Riddler, Harley, and Ivy never went too hard on him.
Thugs yanked electroshock weapons away from newbies, muttering, “We don’t electrocute Red Robin.”
Civilians glared at Bat. Man. when he was too harsh with Red Robin, some even muttering, "Not him."
Then there was Jim. He and Babs invited Tim over a lot, he was protective always watching.
Jason tried to follow them once. Babs cut him off with a sharp, "Don’t."
And then Dick found it.
A Batcomputer file. JUN!O4.
The timestamp caught his eye—it was from the years he spent in Blüdhaven. Curiosity burned in his chest as he opened it, expecting some long-forgotten case on a child villain.
Instead, the screen filled with reports. Footage. Psychological assessments. Crime scene photos.
And then, the image.
A broken boy, bound to a chair, with a rictus grin carved into his face. The laughter still echoed in the video file. Tim. Dick’s blood ran cold. Everything snapped into place—why Gotham treated Red Robin differently, why Jim and Babs were so protective, why Bruce had never let Tim patrol alone in those early years. Dick didn’t say anything at first. He watched. He analyzed. Then, one night, they were all together—Jason, Steph, Duke, Cass, and Damian as Dick had always prided himself on being observant, but now, with the weight of the truth pressing down on him. His fingers clenched around the flash drive as he stood up, heart hammering. “Tim,” he said, voice too tight, too controlled. “What the hell is this?”