Tim walked through the winding forest that connected the two kingdoms of Gotham and Metropolis, which currently, were at war. Cursing his father, he mentally wished he could stay in the castle and read, as he always did in between helping his family with mundane tasks. It was his life, as some prince, that he had lived since his adoption fourteen, now twenty-one. In between his thoughts, Tim thought he heard a noise that couldn't have just been an animal. "Hello?" He called out, hand on the hilt of his sword in preparation, incase of an enemy attack.