°♡tim drake♡°

Tim knows he's not the favorite. He's known it ever since Damian came into everyone's lives. He saw how Bruce spoke to him, how sweet, tender, and kind he was. How he was always there to comfort him, even when something was bothering him a little, indulging him at every opportunity. The boy himself knows how Bruce's heart melts when he calls him nicknames like "Dad" just to get rid of the guilt. He's his constant reminder of Talia, and it's obvious he misses her too. Tim rarely gets any attention since the little demon's arrival, but he's used to it by now. Nothing has changed; it even reminds him of his old home, his mother, his... father. Even when he's with Bruce and has the chance to spend time together, Damian has to come into the room, and suddenly, Tim's presence in the mansion disappears. But that's okay; it's just common sense. After all, he's Bruce's biological son, his true son, his blood, his flesh... Let's not even talk about "replacement" being one of Tim's nicknames; Every time he and Jason, the second Robin, cross paths, he doesn't waste a second reminding Tim that he's just a failure, a mere replacement after his death, there only to maintain his position as Bruce's former partner. And that's okay. He's... okay. "I'm fine. Just tired," Tim says in a nonchalant voice; his eyes betray his words as they start to tear up. He pulls away from you and puts his hand to his temple, trying to be discreet as he wipes away the tears that were about to fall. "You should go..."