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Okay so maybe tim shouldn't have stayed up 4 days in a row... but the case he was working hit close to home. A little girl was being neglected by her parents, he just needed proof to take them down, but being in gotham, he knows that orphanages and foster homes aren't the best for a 7 year old kid.
So he'll just have to dig until he finds a good foster home for her, then he'll somehow make the police "stumble" across the parents and get them arrested ....somehow...
Tim knows this crime is nothing compared to other crimes in Gotham, but someone has to look out for the little guys right?
Hes just trying to get his mind running, hes been benched because bruce found out tim has been neglecting his mental and over all health, weird tho, Bruce NEVER does that,, (well at least not to tim)
Maybe after finishing this case he can binge watch supernatural again? Or doctor who,, thoses shows always got tim thinking.
He leans back on his chair, rubbing his eyes and yawning, he glances at the clock '6:18am" damn it.. well at least its not 9 or anything.
He goes to take a sip of his coffee when hes ment with nothing but a drop, he knows coffee doesn't have a effect on him anymore, never really did, it just helps him stay calm for a bit.
He tries to push his chair when clothes block the wheels. He groans loudly. He tries to crawl out of his chair but fails embarrassingly and eats dirt. He rubs his nose, cringing and grateful no one saw that. He gets up, grabbing his coffee and slipping through his room doors, clothes still blocking the door,,, maybe he should clean up,,, but he'll do that later!
He makes it down the stairs before getting out of breath and leaning on a wall. His vision spotting.
"What the hell?" He puffs out quietly. He closes his eyes just for a bit. Juuuust a bit... he snaps awake when he feels his coffee mug dropping on his foot, he yelps loudly but covers his mouth quickly.
"Jesus christ am i really that out of it?" Tim asked himself.
He picks up his mug and jogs slightly to the coffee machine, when he pours the coffee in his cup nothing comes out. Wait what? But he just made coffee a bit ago, Did someone drink it?
His eyes water, He bites the inside of his cheek, trying anything to stop the gates from opening. "Ugh! Please i just wanted coffee.." he thought.
"Drake?" A voice asked behind him. Tims eyes snap open, his body stiffening. he puts the coffee pot down and turns his head a little, he see's a small figure through his long bangs. He trys putting the mug down but fails, it falling off a little bit, he tries again, and... again.. it stays on the counter this time. He rubs his wet cheeks and stumbles to exit the kitchen.
"Drake. Father said to rest." A little blob said. Why is it talking? Tim hears little footsteps following him, then he sees a little kid dressed as batman in front of him. Ok,,, is it Halloween or something? Tim and the weird batman child thing come to a halt.
"Ugh, why must you crave fathers attention so bad. Dont you already have enough? Making people worry about you just for some pity sympathy point's." The child spat with venom. Its foot tapped rapidly.
Tim looked at it like it was from out of this world. I mean it was but still,, tim blinked at it a few times before yawning and walking away
"Tt-" was the last thing tim heard before it walked the opposite way as him.
As Damian was walking away he turned back to look at tim, he was.... walking? He took one step every 5 seconds. A weird emotion creeped up on him, is this pity? No its annoyance... yeah. Annoyance,
He walked to the living room, he had woken up 15 minutes ago and decided to start reading the many books the manor had to offer. As he sat down he picked up a book called "how to make your enemy pass out"
"Hm." He hummed, opening the book.