I present to you the final 'chapter' of The World's Greatest Undercover Wizard.
"So, sounds like you've got a little more work to do before you can close this case," Bruce commented, legs dangling over the edge of the office complex side-by-side with Tim's.
Tim took another lick of his ice cream. "Yeah, something like that. Once this Voldemort nonsense is over, maybe I'll be able to pass off being the 'Wizard Liaison' to someone like John or Billy. You know, actual wizards?"
"I'm not exactly sure you can keep calling yourself 'not a wizard,' Red Robin," Bruce pointed out. "You may not have been born with magic, but you have a wand and can do spells and make potions. That sounds like a wizard to me." He took a moment to lick the side of his own cone, which was just about to drip onto his black gloves, which would not have been a good look for the Dark Knight of Gotham, punching villains with butter pecan ice cream all over his hands.
Tim shrugged, able to see the logic in this. "To be fair, wizards in Serpents & Spells are nonmagical people who learned how to use magic, so maybe I'm that kind of wizard. I've still got a lot to learn, even if I'm not gonna be in school next year."
"Maybe you'll actually have some time for self-study now that Luke's in control of R&D." Bruce licked the ice cream off his lips, which made Tim chuckle, the action so amusing to him when paired with the rest of the Batman gear. See, Bruce said he kept his mouth uncovered so that people could read his lips (and Tam said it was so the cops knew he was white, which was probably an unintended bonus), but Tim was pretty sure it was so he could eat on the job. Why else would Jason wear a mask under his helmet? The principle was the same.
"Oh, I dunno, I'll probably find something else to worry about," said Tim. "I'm a little worried about how Hogwarts is gonna fare in my absence."
Bruce placed a hand on Tim's shoulder plate. "You know better than anyone that, when there's a role that needs to be filled, someone will rise up to fill it. I'm certain the students there will be fine."
Tim smiled. Batman needed a Robin. Hogwarts needed…a Tim. A Wayne? Someone. It definitely didn't need another Wayne. He'd caused enough damage by himself already. Imagine the chaos if one of his siblings was there…
All right, we've reached the part you can all skip where I wax poetic about how proud I am of my fic and how amazed I was at the positive response it received. I am truly thankful to each and every person who commented, even if it was just an emoji or a single sentence. Knowing there are people out there who enjoy my writing other than me is a confidence boost every person with social anxiety should be able to experience. Thanks to my three older sisters who will gladly listen to me talk about my stories for hours, especially Pixie, who in turn tells me about her stories for hours. May our headcanoning never cease.
*music starts playing*
Okay, shit, um, hugs all around, be kind to yourself and others, and vaccinate your kids.
*runs offstage*