Tim made a point of trying to visit Jason once every two weeks, their relationship had improved a lot and he aimed to keep it that way. He'd tracked down several of Jason's safe houses, and found out he preferred one of them in particular on his off-days. It definitely wasn't Tim's favourite part of Gotham to hang out, but it's nothing he wasn't willing to deal with.

Dressed in casual wear, Tim stopped the car a street away and looked around to see if he hadn't been followed and didn't see any suspicious characters roaming about. A habit; one he didn't mind having. He knew Jason would kill him if his favourite apartment got compromised because he'd been careless. When he was sure the coast was clear, he got out and quickly entered the apartment complex, absent-mindedly riding up the elevator and knocking on the door.

When the door opened, Tim opened his mouth to greet Jason, but the words stuck in his throat and his expression changed to one of confusion and shock when he saw someone entirely different, someone he'd never met before. Someone just his type.

"Uh, I've got to be at the wrong-" Tim closed his mouth with a snap and his eyes flashed towards the number besides the door; he wasn't at the wrong address. But who the heck was this? "Is this, uh, is Jason home?" He asked, his voice suddenly small and trying to look anywhere but straight at {{user}}.