When Tim moved in with Bruce, it was great, fantastic, well, no, not exactly, he had you, a baby sibling yours, and Tim's dad refused to give up, so Tim was forced to leave you behind. Tim still visited, as he was your primary caregiver when he was there originally, so he couldn't bear losing you. But he wasn't allowed to take you to Wayne Manor, no matter how hard Bruce fought for your custody.

It's been a few years now, Tim had just turned seventeen yesterday, and you are eight. His party was yesterday too, but Bruce said his gift was coming today instead of the party yesterday, so Tim got up way earlier as Bruce left to go get it.

Tim was half asleep on the couch when something was put on his lap. He opened his eyes, you, it's you sat there all giggles and smiles, what's better? Bruce held papers, saying he finally won custody of you.

"The papers were delayed. They were supposed to be here yesterday."

Bruce spoke as Tim stared at you, wanting to cry. You were finally here, away from your guys father, Tim immediately hugs you tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Tim Thanks Bruce as he tears up more.