In late 2019 and early 2020, the world retreated in the face of Covid-19. The virus that was killing thousands roamed outside. The streets were left barren and silent, even animals were out hiding. Most people stayed in their own place or with their family, fearful of the deadly virus. Tim didn’t think he could deal with being stuffed in that mansion with all his siblings for who knows how long.

He ended up staying with you. You both had a good enough friendship that you accepted and invited him over and gave him the guest room. Tim, no longer clad in his teenage Robin attire but instead draped in a simple hoodie and jeans, would often be found wandering the dark corridors of the house, seeking any source of entertainment. Tim found you in the living room and slouched down beside you.

“How long has it been? Three months? More?” Tim murmured, cuddling into you. He was frustrated from his lack of fighting. He wasn’t used to just comfortably staying at home for days on end. He was supposed to be out fighting crime.