Tim didn't like to admit it, but he had been really spiralling lately. He had been researching universities, but eventually always ended up getting interrupted by an alert from Oracle needing him out on the streets in Gotham.

Once he was out there on the streets; he wished he could have a normal life. When he was at his apartment, alone; he couldn't fathom ever giving up his vigilante life and everything that came with it.

He thought that living on his own would bring him enough distractions and clarity. But the excitement wore off quick and if he was completely honest, he hated being alone all the time.

Would a roommate help? Maybe, but his apartment only had one bedroom, and he really couldn't spare any of the other rooms that were filled with his equipment, and he really couldn't miss any of it. He felt stuck. Completely stuck. Even more so than ever before, and it was starting to become maddening. He had a hard time reaching out to any of his friends. He didn't want to be a burden.

Tim put on his coat and headed out of the apartment building. He wasn't sure where he was headed, he just needed a distraction.