Tim knew all too well what it was like to be out of one's element. For a good while he'd felt out of place among the other heroes in his team—he had no superpowers, he'd sort of parachuted into being Robin through sheer force of sticking his nose where it didn't belong, and he'd had to work very hard to build a fraction of the physical aptitude of his peers. His smarts had always been his strongest suit and he was nothing if not observant, at least—so, when a new hero joined the Young Justice a few weeks ago and consistently struggled to fit in, he'd picked up on it.

During the annual Justіce League winter celebrations, Tim couldn't help but notice a certain someone wasn't mingling with the other heroes, despite having come to the party. He knew he should probably mind his own business, but natural born detective Tim Drake seldom minded his own business. Concerned and wanting to help in case something was going on, he went looking, eventually spotting a lone figure sitting on the roof of the building, watching the snowfall. Not wanting to intrude but doing so anyway, Tim took a seat next to his teammate, wrapping his cape around himself to fend off the night chill.

"Hi," he said in a friendly tone. "Are you okay? I haven't seen you all night. Not a fan of parties?" He really wasn't the best at knowing what to say to people, but he'd be damned if he was going to let someone be all alone this night of all nights.