It's 3am. You know what this means. Early morning thoughts.
Bruce, meditating in the garden:
Tim, exiting the manor and walking towards Bruce: Dad!! Did you get my text?!
Bruce, ignoring him:
Tim, sitting on the ground and plopping his head on Bruce's lap: They just rejected my proposal! MINE! The League freaking sucks! Bruce, are you listening to me?!
Bruce, opening his eyes with a sigh: I'm listening, sweetheart. What proposal?
Tim, blinking and looking up: Uh... Nevermind that. Hey, tati? Wanna go watch a movie?
Bruce, kinda thrown off by the change off topic, but happy nonetheless: Sure thing, baby. Do you have something that you want to see?
Tim, sitting up: Dad... Who am I?
Bruce, frowning and tilting his head: Tim, is everything alright?
Dick, slowly rising up: Yeah. Don't worry, B. Let me go check on something really quick. I'll be right back.
Bruce, sighing at his son's back as he runs away, closing his eyes to get back to meditation:


















