Once upon a time, Tim never had to lie.
It just came naturally though. Sneaking out at night. All based on a theory.
That theory changed his life.
Batman needs a Robin.
Once upon a time: Tim never had to lie; this was a better place; Superman's world.
The police will be here soon.
The mask can come off. Not because it has to. It needs to.
Jack never liked that Tim lied to him.
For years.
He can't see Tim like this. Once upon a time, Tim was just his little boy.
Tim can be that again. It's all that easy. Take the gloves off. The cape off. Strip the tunic and leave it on the stairs. Boots. Belt. It's all so easy to remove. And maybe, one day the lies will follow. Because Tim is now Tim. Tim is a Drake. Tim's going to show his dad.
Once upon a time: Tim wouldn't be hearing voices. Wouldn't be afraid of shadows.
In a perfect world, nobody would need to be afaid of shadows. Nobody would need to be expecting the police. Nobody would need to lie to their fathers. Nobody would need to understand the difference between a pulse and blood on the floor.
This isn't a perfect world.
It's not ok. It's not ok. It's not ok. It's not...
The arms are holding. Someone is there. Once upon a time, Tim had someone.
Flash of red. Bit of gold. Killing gold.
It's not ok.
Tim feels alone.