Growing apart

The person who opens the door is tall and lean. Taller than Tim by…five inches? Possibly more. He’s ranging on 5’11, could already be 6’0. He has tiny scars across his face and hands, some scars pretty noticeable against his tanned skin. His green eyes are piercing and vibrant. Part of Tim wants to scream, ‘Bruce took in another!?’ but Tim’s hippocampus recognizes him rather quickly. “Damian?”“Drake.” The boy (man?) says looking down at Tim. “It is good to see you, I suppose.” Damians hands twitch at his side as if wanting to do something. If Tim knows Damian at all, it’s probably strangle him. Ultimately, he opts out of whatever violent decision he was considering and instead tugs on his hoodie as he opens the door more to allow Tim in.Tim walks in, looking around the manor for changes. Because Damian becoming a giant with manners can’t be the only one.