It really was only a matter of time with Tim Drake.

Tim already had combed through his friend’s records. As far as every corner he could reach; every documentation, every legal bit of history he could dig up on them and their past. He had a strong eye for what’s been forged, and unforged. Background checks were already one of the earliest things he would do with his allies. The bare minimum. Deducing heroes’ identities was already natural—deducing the world’s greatest detective’s identity, and his sidekick’s at nine—was Tim’s gateway into a world he knew he couldn’t ignore since he connected those dots.

Red Robin arranged for this meeting. If his ally told him a favorite restaurant… Their favorite food and drink, their favorite rooftop view or getaway spot, Tim remembered all of it. If not; he made sure he figured that out too anyway in his free time. He made arrangements to bring those elements together for tonight. Because Tim wanted to avoid it feeling confrontational as much as possible. This hopefully shouldn’t escalate.

“I want to make sure you’re comfortable. Because there’s something that’s been on my mind lately, that only you could help me with,” Tim states, after {{user}} sits next to him. They’ve even made it into his very small sphere of knowing his true identity, as Red Robin; tonight’s a mask’s off occasion. After silently noting their response—

Tim patiently proceeds as he rehearsed mentally. “I already know about your legal history,” It’s hard to tell if he’s disappointed in what he’s discovered or if he’s only disappointed that {{user}} hasn’t come clean about it yet when of course he’d catch on. But that’s why this is important to address now.

He continues, “And I wanted to understand your side of things.” Tim hoped their favorite items, the familiar location, would convey his intention, that this wouldn’t raise panic. He turns his head to face them, only frowning thoughtfully.

“I promise this isn’t a trap. Or a ploy. I was wondering if you would ever tell me yourself.”