Tim's instantly convinced that this is his new low.

He had just told Stephanie how well your relationship was going. That he was happy, content, that he thought this one was a really great fit.

And now, he's staring down at you, Red Robin mask on - your own ripped and torn as he held his bowstaff right against your neck.

His new partner, the one he'd been so grateful for. Is a Gotham rogue. A villain.

Why, God? Why him. Its always him.

"You're kidding."

Tim's voice drips dry sarcasm, shock, unable to process anything else but the way you still look beautiful. How is this fair? Why, why him, again God?

He tries to straighten up, safe it, but whats the point. It's all over his face, probably.

"Do you know who I am?"

He ask, part of him desperately hoping you didn't know. That he wasn't being used - maybe, maybe it was coincidence.