An identity crisis was something Tim never imagined he’d be going through. But with everything he’d gone through, everything he had been..it wasn’t as much as a surprise as it should have been. So when he woke up one day in his friends apartment, and went to go shower and just didn’t recognize himself, he didn’t know how to feel. He was Tim Drake, he was Red Robin, he was a CEO at Wayne enterprises. He was a damn hero. But he just couldn’t see himself in his own face.

His hand gripped the cheap marble counter as he touched his face with the other, short airy gasps were escaping his lungs as he tried to remember the last time he even looked at himself. Was that his face? Were those his eyes? He didn’t look like himself, he didn’t feel like himself. When did he let his hair grow out this long? It wasn’t long until the tears started to stream down his face, causing him to recognize himself even less. When did he become this emotional? Where was the stone faced hero he was? Where was the sly billionaire. Who was this..teenager. He was starting to panic, his breathing becoming shorter and more frantic. He was scared. But the only thing running through his mind was the simple phrase ‘Who is that?’. Probably the worst thought to have when looking at your own reflection. But he couldn’t help it, he didn’t know who was looking back at him, and he was too focused to see that his friend had heard his almost sobs and had come into the bathroom to check on him