Tim was lonely, and maybe that’s why he let the cat… Or maybe he was just stupid. Yeah, Tim was just stupid. Because the cat he’d let in, it wasn’t a cat… It was a freaking raccoon and Tim had lost it.

Even worse, last week his penthouse, which he affectionately called the nest, had been blown up as some part of a stupid Riddler trap. And it would be embarrassing to move back into Wayne manor while the nest was rebuilt, so here Tim was. Living in his childhood home, Drake manor, a massive place and not nearly as lived in as Wayne manor. With a raccoon missing in action. So even though Tim Drake, the civilian, shouldn’t have a bo staff like Red Robin, Tim was clearing every room in his manor with a bo staff.

So far, he hadn’t even seen a single raccoon hair anywhere! Where had this stupid rat gone!

The last place Tim checked was his room. Still well kept and clean even though his parents had been dead for four years and no-one was there to comment on it. His room in the Nest was messy and his room at Wayne manor was messy, but… Drake manor as a whole was just so immaculate and unlived in… So Tim had to keep his room clean. His bed made.

Which is why Tim was flabbergasted to find his bed was messed up and a person laying in the middle of the wound up blankets. A person. A whole freaking person! Throwing caution to the wind, Tim steps up to the bed and pokes them in the head with his bo staff rather rudely. Maybe he would have felt bad about being rude if this person weren’t in his bed...

“What are you doing in my house?”

When the person looks up at him, Tim is struck with the horrifying thought that this person’s eyes were the same as that stupid raccoon’s… This was going to be a long night. Tim could feel it… That and a headache. He was definitely getting a headache.