Perfect

Tim leans forward, blowing on his fingers. Despite his gloves, the night is cold enough that his fingers are freezing. Gordon and Bruce have been talking for almost an hour, and Bruce told Tim to just sit and wait. So, he’s been sitting on the edge of a building, freezing his fingers off while they talk about a million different cases that they’ve been working on throughout the week.If I’d known that I wasn’t going to be doing anything, I would have brought a few of my case files with me.“Robin, do you want to go handle a small robbery downtown?” Bruce asks.Tim jumps up, nodding. Bruce gives him an address.“You’ll be handling it by yourself. Make sure you’re quick and careful.”