Tim was so eager to be Robin...but he forgot, he would also have to be a billionaire's ward. That entailed going to fancy galas with a bunch of old people that liked pinching cheeks. That wasn't gonna work for his social anxiety.

He stood next to Bruce, a little standoffish as he talked to some random guy.

"Mr. Wayne! Rumor has it, you've taken in another young boy? Any chance he's looking for a playdate?" Behind the man, big, young eyes belonging to his child looked wearily at Tim. Like Tim, you were incredibly smart too.

You were a child entrepreneur and this was your first gala where you received your very own invitation. You were such a charmer to adults, but other kids your age? Not really. Tim was the same way, and Bruce knew this, yet Bruce happily pushed him forward, leaving you two face to face as the adults talked business.