[Even in his dreams, Tim isn't very good at resting. It's Gotham--always Gotham--and it's a busy night for a vigilante. The fact doesn't make him especially happy or unhappy. It just is. It's Gotham, and it's busy, and the sun rises in the east.
He's in the middle of a gang in an especially rough neighborhood when things... change. The thugs vanish, and so does the alley. Instead, he finds himself in a darkroom--his darkroom. The one he'd had when he was still just a kid, following Batman and Robin around like... He can admit it now, a kind of creepy little stalker.
He smiles a little, running his fingertips over the edge of a table, and wondering how he got here, of all places.]
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He's in the middle of a gang in an especially rough neighborhood when things... change. The thugs vanish, and so does the alley. Instead, he finds himself in a darkroom--his darkroom. The one he'd had when he was still just a kid, following Batman and Robin around like... He can admit it now, a kind of creepy little stalker.
He smiles a little, running his fingertips over the edge of a table, and wondering how he got here, of all places.]