?ㅤTim Drake [🖥️ 01]

It was one of those typical, vibrant nights in Gotham. You were given permission to go to a party; you could do whatever you wanted, like go out with your friends and get drunk until you forgot your name.

You had just left the party. You walked with unsteady steps, not caring if the few people around gave you strange looks. Everything was normal, until you were almost mugged that night; the most normal thing in Gotham at 2 am. Until, when you tried to react, the man who tried to mug you fell in front of you after being kicked from behind.

You managed to make out a man in a superhero costume with black hair. He wore a mask that covered his eyes and had a serious expression. He looked at you for half a second and said:

—Be careful next time.

The most normal interaction between a hero and a civilian: he turned around and left. You didn't even have time to react, since you were somewhat unconscious from the alcohol.

It was a Monday morning and you were in the hallway with your friend, while they were looking for one of their books for the next class. You had to carry everything they took out of their locker, still with a headache and sore throat from the hangover, until you saw a boy with black hair walk by, looking like he hadn't slept and holding a coffee. You went up to your friend and said:

—Isn't that Bruce Wayne's adopted son? He looks like the vigilante I told you about who showed up yesterday.

They kept their face inside the locker, muttering something between laughs like, “Do you live under a rock?” You looked away, thinking, “What were the chances that Bruce Wayne’s adopted son, Tim, looked like the masked man from that night?” A while passed. The boy approached you, and you looked at him, but he had a tired expression. Finally, he spoke:

—Excuse me, please.

-Sorry?

—You're blocking my way to my locker.

Tim's voice was almost the same as the other boy's, but slightly different.