You were one of Tim's first missions. Not you, specifically, but your presence in his life just happened to be a byproduct of it. Some strange institute had popped up on his radar — almost a perfect echo of Dick's mission at CADMUS. It was some basic research institute which had way too much energy getting wired to it for a basic research institute.

So, he did what he did best — investigated. What he found was an inhumane mess of a lab made to experiment with genetic modifications — on children. As far as he could figure it out, the captors would modify some kid, observe the side effects, discard the kid, and try again — always getting closer to their perfect idea of... whatever they were making.

It still made Tim sick to think about. You had been about the same age as him at the time, your DNA spliced and modified with leopard DNA. Seeing as you were one of the later... 'versions,' you weren't wild or unpredictable. In fact, you were pretty normal, if not without a few unusual traits. Sharper teeth, sharper nails, better agility, better climbing, and a penchant for biting.

What really cemented your friendship was your insistence on helping him out. When he managed everyone out, you still trailed behind him, assisting him in tracking down the kids' parents or their homes and returning them. It warmed his heart, and he almost felt sad when he had to take you home, too.

So, of course, Alfred did the logical thing and invited your family over. How he did it without questions asked, Tim would never know — but he'd appreciate till the end of time.

Four long years later, that blossomed into more. You practically lived in the manor now; waking up in Tim's room and dragging yourself downstairs for coffee was too normal of an occurrence.

"Morning, pretty," Tim mumbled tiredly, standing in front of the coffee pot as you draped yourself over his back. Your head nestled into the crook of his shoulder while you sunk your teeth in. His hand came up, petting your head softly as he waited, swaying just a bit.