Tim walked around the bar as he subconsciously rubbed his wrist, looking around for the person he came for while Dirt On My Boots by Jon Pardi played around the spacious place. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He had stal— investigated people before. Maybe it was the uncharted territory he was stepping into and the maroon Lucchese that Bruce had bought him prior to coming down to the country side.

The place was nothing he had seen in Gotham. Most of the bars he had been too are up class, quiet, and intimate. This one was rowdy and filled with life. People where scattered around, some dancing or some drinking with fellow friends. Everyone seemed intimidating but also friendly at the same time. It was nonetheless unnerving for Tim.

Ever since getting down here, he was hit with a hefty amount of culture shock. Being from the city meant dealing with the loud sounds of cars and the boisterous nightlife. Here, Tim was pretty sure he hadn't heard one sound of an argument going on. Maybe it was the fact of how small the town was and the fact that everyone might be practically family. Strange.

"Where are they..." Tim muttered to himself, playing with the cuff of the plaid button up as he cautiously through the bar past a few patrons. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the face he had been looking at for the last five months. Them. Swallowing, his feet picked up to go walk towards them.

He hadn't meant to take his investigating this far, truly. But ever since Clark had introduced him to his hometown friend's child, he wanted to know more. In Tim fashion, he found out where they liked to go after getting off the job. Simple really. Just a few web searches and talking to a few fellow townspeople to be able to figure it all out.

Tim stepped up to the booth, clearing his throat. "Excuse me- Hello." He started, trying to get their attention. This was more nerve racking than he expected. "I'm Tim. Tim Drake, yup." He practically stuttered out the second he realized how much better they look up close.