The alarm went off again.

I couldn't press the snooze button again, I decided. I had work to do. Most kids my age were getting ready for school, and I – when did I even fall asleep last night? I can't remember getting undressed – right, I didn't get undressed. I was still wearing my day clothes. My shoes were on opposite sides of the room; I must've kicked them off in my sleep.

Most kids my age slept for more than an hour… I thought. I didn't know "most kids." At least, I didn't anymore. Not since I started being Robin, which, it turns out, isn't a part-time job. Which brings us back to the work I had to do.

"Computer – "

I stopped. There was an envelope taped on the door – the inside of the door, and nobody had the key to my apartment but me. I don't know normal people, but I don't think most of them can reach through walls. I took a step closer, hoping it might say who it was from. In the corner, in about the smallest print imaginable, it said, "From Tim."

That's weird. I didn't know any Tims – besides me, of course. Intrigued, I opened the envelope.

Well, it wasn't anthrax. It was just a letter, on paper that looked like it had been torn from a notebook.

Dear Tim,

I hope you're okay. I'm just guess that you're alive – not, you know, [there was something scribbled over – it looked like the word "erased."] dead. Yes – this is a letter from yourself. You want proof? Okay. Your lucky pair of underwear is the one covered in Superman symbols. [I swear this isn't true] Wanna know why?

There's something you're forgetting. Something you feel like you're missing. Something you're always an inch away from recalling, but you can't. Wanna know what?

There's someone you swore you'd always remember. Someone you swore you'd never lose again. Someone you swore you'd always keep in your heart. Wanna know who?

He's out there, Tim. The person you think about all the time, to the point that you think it's weird, and you won't tell anyone, not even him. Your best friend, who you laughed with, and cried for, and got mad at, and ran back to. Your best friend, who you sometimes thought might be something more than that, then you pushed that thought away, and forgot about it for about five hours, until you pushed it away again.

I don't know how I'm writing this, or how it's going to get to you. I just had to tell you that some things are greater than some things that seem like the biggest things that exist. Some things matter so much that they make people stop caring if some things are impossible and crazy and ridiculous and will never happen.

I just wanted to tell you to find him. Find that guy. He'll look different, I'm sure, and he'll act different, and even if he looks the same you won't recognize him, but trust me. When you see him, you'll know, because you'll feel it. That feeling's called love, Tim. Remember the guy you love.

I didn't know why I expected more. A picture, maybe, even a newspaper clipping to give me a clue – that would have helped. I didn't know why I even cared – clearly this was Jason or Damian trying to bug me or freak me out. I tore up the letter and tossed it in the trash.

"Computer, on."

-x-

The letter was right. I knew him when I saw him.

Some things, your brain forgets, but your heart will always remember.