Your character either decides or is told that they need to move to a new home. Is this a move that has been planned for a long time, or is it a sudden event? How long did he live at his current home and how does he feel about having to leave it? Is she glad to be moving on or is she going to miss her old home and her old friends?

The door shutting sharply sounded loud against the reverberating silence in his room. Tim leaned against the door heavily, staring across the room to the window on the opposite wall. It was almost sad to lose the anger that was currently fading from his emotions. It had been warm compared against what was being left in its wake.

Which was almost the usual panic. The sort that came unwilling from the pit in his stomach thinking about what had happened to him in the past few months, since he slipped. Maybe Tim had slipped, but he'd never been disillusioned in thinking that one slip wouldn't get him. His carefree act sometimes... Tim had grown up knowing just what happened to people who slipped in the streets of Gotham City.

Bruce didn't. He felt the realization bring up the unwelcome feelings and the warmth in his eyes. Bruce had bad things happen to him, had seen some of the darkest things being who he was... but he just couldn't understand that Tim did as well. That he wasn't just a clueless kid, because of one accident... a bad one, he knew that, he could admit that... but it wasn't enough to take that away!

Tim had argued as best as he could, with every honest, truthful argument he could have, and Bruce still turned him away. He said no, said it was too dangerous, even if it was just as dangerous for him! But Tim was a kid, Tim couldn't handle it... and he couldn't help but shout in his face about it... he felt bad still... but why should he? After the things Bruce said... about... about what happened to Tim's father, like Bruce wasn't...

He shoved away from the door more angrily, the rise in those feelings taking way any guilt he felt for throwing Jason in his face. But Jason was an idiot... and Tim wasn't. They were different people... and Tim wasn't some kid, despite his age... he could do this.

Not only could he do it... it was all Tim really had. He had everybody here and he had his mask. He had his mantle, his title... he had Robin. He could fight the crime he was always helpless against as a child, he was capable and he could save the people around him instead of watch thugs and crime lords destroy things... Tim could help people never have to be like him or Bruce, or Dick, or any of the unfortunate people Tim had known in his life.

How could Bruce try to strip that from him so easily?

There was nothing Tim could do about it though... because Bruce started all of this and he was in charge of Tim. He had the final say... and he could forcibly keep Tim from doing it... here. The small, half thought started up in the back of his head, but Tim ignored it. He ignored it for solving some problems and trying to sleep it off. To feel differently in the morning, but all the things Bruce had been saying in the last week... had just said in their last argument, were circling around in his mind hauntingly.

By the time the night had passed and it was early in the morning, Tim felt himself getting out of bed, decided. He couldn't do this anymore... and if Tim... if Bruce meant what he'd said, and he had to because he kept saying it, and in his anger the truth came out, well Tim didn't have a home here anyways. He couldn't lose the one thing that made him who he was, being Robin, helping people with his abilities... and he wasn't going to let anybody take it from him either. Especially after what had happened to him... Tim needed his other identity more than ever