Clark Kent slowly shut his eyes, tugging his glasses off of his face.
The adopted son of his best friend, a nineteen year old boy named Tim Drake, was deemed compatible with his mind. He didn’t know anything about Drake aside from his name, and that he was as much of a prodigy as Bruce Wayne.
But he accepted the verdict. Accepted the responsibility. And he let his mind float away.
And let the boy into his mind.
When Bruce finally allowed Tim to join the lines, he was excited and went straight to do all that was necessary for him to join. Once all the papers filled and all the testes passed, all he needed was a partner.
One by one, everyone ended up rejected. No one seemed to be compatible. At first, the new ones were tested with him, as the protocols dictated, but when all the new ones were rejected, the ones with a few more years were also tested and, by much of Tim's deception, they were also rejected.
He was feeling like a disgrace, like he wasn't really suited to be like Bruce, like the others. A man named Clark, whom people called Superman, decided to run a test with him. It was more of a spar than anything, to cheer him up, but when they ended up compatible he couldn't help, but to smile up.
Now, Tim relaxed and allowed his new partner to enter his mind as he entered his. It all went swiftly, it all felt good, but strange and he did his best to just relax and let go.
But something was wrong. There was a single memory who was making the connection unstable, a memory that Tim had block long ago and it ended up braking the connection with Tim screaming in panic. Maybe he was not ready after all.