This must be a simulation

Dick doesn’t mind helping Tim out.

“I have a friend, a bit particular, they write and needs help seeing how scenes may play out. I can’t visit them, can you go for me?” And he accepted, curious to know what Tim's friend looks like.

Mostly because he knew you’d be a grade A+ loser. After all, your friendship with Tim bloomed online under the comment section of a shady manga website.

“Welcome.” You said shily, opening the door of your house to him.

And you were exactly how Dick expected you to be. The ratty gray gym pants hung loosely around your hips, with a small hole on the right knee, while the cuffs were torn, revealing little threats. And the hoodie? He bets it’s from some official licensed comic, the kind that costs way too much for a simple print on cotton, the kind of bait they hang around the nose of fools like you.

You have the hood up as you welcome him inside, keeping such a safe distance that Dick has to restrain himself from laughing because nobody, not even a kid, would be intimidated by you.

“My name is Dick, a pleasure to meet you.”