Harry awoke slowly. The sun beamed into his room through his curtains. Harry reluctantly sat up, fumbling for his glasses. His hand brushed cold metal. Harry drew the unfamiliar object into his lap. The communicator had been set on his nightstand right next to the mask.

"It wasn't a dream." Harry whispered. The door to his room opened slowly. Harry grabbed his wand from the nightstand. Tim peeked in, opening the door fully when he saw that Harry was up.

"So, Sleeping Beauty finally awakens. How'd you sleep?" Tim asked, leaning on the door frame. Harry discreetly slid both the communicator and his wand under the blanket.

"Uh, fine, I guess." Harry responded. Tim smiled, just a tiny bit smug.

"It's about noon, just FYI." Harry threw himself out of bed, knocking the blanket, communicator, and his wand off as well.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Tim grinned humorlessly.

"You were tired after last night's... adventure." The older teen explained. Harry opened his trunk to grab some clothes.

"I'll let you change, but we need to talk." Harry took a steadying breath and answered an affirmative.

...x

Tim hardly gave Harry time to breathe before dragging him out of the door, shoving a granola bar into his hands. The park was their ultimate destination. Tim easily scaled the monkey bars, and perched near the center. Harry looked nervously up at his cousin.

"Please, don't fall."

"I won't." Tim assured, "So..."

"So..?" Harry echoed. Tim toyed with his lip between his teeth.

"Your wand. Why?"

"Huh?" Harry asked, bewildered. Was Tim a wizard as well?

"Why did you hide your wand?" Harry froze.

"Are you..?" Harry trailed off. Tim chuckled lowly.

"I'm a no-maj." There was a breathy pause.

"A what?" Harry was utterly confused.

"No-maj. It's short for 'no magic'." Tim explained, swinging down to hang from one of the bars by his knees. Harry settled on one of the non-broken swings.

"But you."

"Me?"

"You're magic. A wizard." Tim wasn't looking at Harry. His eyes were closed. He sounded almost wistful.

"Do you- Can you-" Tim started, "I-ah, Nevermind." Tim did a flip off the monkey bars, landing easily. Harry slid off the swing.

"Are you... okay?" Harry asked. Tim sighed heavily.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He said quietly. Harry shrugged, not wanting to press.

"So..." Harry began as the two walked away from the park.

"So..?" Tim echoed. Harry hesitated.

"When are you going back to... wherever you're from?"

"Gotham? Day after tomorrow." Tim answered.

"I can talk to Bruce about getting you to come visit," he continued, much brighter, "What do you think?" Harry tugged ruthlessly on a strand of his hair, brushing it over his forehead. Harry swallowed thickly; he really didn't know what to think.

"I- Can- Can I ask you something?" Harry asked, putting his hand on Tim's arm. Tim stopped, looking concerned. There was a fierce glint in Tim's eyes.

"Oh?" The teen queried mildly.

"I, um, I, uh..." Harry couldn't vocalize his question, so he pulled out the communicator Red Robin had given him. Tim's eyes widened slightly in recognition.

"Last night, when we got separated, I helped the Teen Titans defeat Klarion. I used my magic and Red Robin gave me a mask," Harry explained, "They only ever called me 'Merlin', though." Tim was silent. Harry steadily got more anxious. Was Tim mad at Harry for not saying anything before?

"I guess that makes you a superhero, little cousin." Tim said evenly, taking it in stride. Harry worried his lip with his teeth.

"I don't know if I can-"

"Hush, little one" Tim said easily. He pulled Harry into a hug.