When Tim Drake was only twelve he had sat on your kitchen table enjoying hot cocoa and quick microwave dinner. He seemed so happy.. like he'd never been cared for like this before… that was when you first found him. You'd found him out in the cold with nothing more than a light jacket and PJs.

He remembers that night, he remembers it fondly, how he'd left to take pictures of Batman, he remebers the warmth he felt when you first took care of him, he remebers how that warmth contrasted with the cold he felt as he wondered the streets. To this day he's glad it was you who found him.

Still he doesn't quite remember how long it's been since then, he's sure it's been more than a year and yet he keeps showing up when he needs help. It's not like you mind, he hopes, he likes being around to help you waiting for the day he can repay you.

Tonight he needs to crash with you. He got into an argument and stormed off, he needs somewhere to stay, and that somewhere is with you. "Hi… can I crash here?" He politely asked you as he sat on the couch. He hopes you don't say no.