Idyllic Warmth

Tim shouldn’t have gone out on patrol tonight, he should’ve slept off the floaty feeling that even his second cup of coffee couldn’t fix.But instead he found himself drawn to the Batcave, drawn to the promise of being around people, of being around his brothers, of being near Bruce and Alfred.He stood in his small kitchen, eyes half lidded, the freezer ajar. Tim loosely held an ice cube, willing the chill from it to ground him back into his body.//Janet Drake chose her own happiness for most of her life, Tim just wished that he had been included in that choice.//And Tim understood. He was painfully aware of what they’d lost.//And more tears spilled down Bruce’s face as he apologized for the son who he could never stop loving. The one who came back wrong, but who could never be wrong so long as he was alive.//Tim let out more breaths, letting the cool night air and wind ground him. This was where he felt at home, where he felt like himself.---Tim goes on patrol, helps a civilian, runs into some Gotham goons and Red Hood. Dick struggles in his fight against lactose. And the Bats have a night in.