Tim stared down at the kid that was currently occupying his front door. They were staring up at him with a grin that took up almost their entire face, one that was both eager and unashamedly proud.

Tim was getting both a headache and a flashback. Was this how Dick had felt all those years ago, seeing some random little kid invade his home and start spewing his most closely-kept secrets? If he hadn’t wanted to pummel Tim that night, good on him. His older brother was a better man than he was, because Tim could practically feel his eye twitching as he stared at the kid before him.

The kid was still talking, still rambling, even reaching into their backpack to pull out what Tim assumed was more evidence. More evidence to prove they had successfully debunked not just Tim’s, but his whole family’s real identities.

Batman to Bruce Wayne. Nightwing to Richard Grayson. The kid even began explaining their hypothesis on how they were trying to tie Jason back to Red Hood.

And meanwhile, Tim was just staring while this random civilian debunked everything. Eventually, he regained enough composure to rub his eyes with one hand and grab the back of the kid’s backpack with his other, dragging them inside. “Jesus, okay, kid- not so loud. Just… get in here.”

Tim could figure this out when this kid wasn’t screaming their secrets for the rest of Gotham to hear.