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Chapter 1

He curled inward, hugging his knees to his chest. He was so hungry! It had been so stupid; he'd messed up and now he was paying for it. He closed his eyes and took some slow, deep breaths, ignoring the scents doing that brought to his attention. He wasn't a fledgling; he could handle it. He had to get it together and fast, he had a date! And that was what had caused this, their last date…he'd run out of time and had had to throw his supplies out to keep them hidden, and he hadn't had the chance to restock since then. How was he meant to get through their date when temptation would be right there? Maybe…maybe he could compel him, take a few sips, and cover it up with a hickey?

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Tim kissed Bernard, one hand in his hair, the fingers of his other hand entwined with Bernard's. Bernard's fingers were digging into his hip, his back against the wall, almost panting. Their date had ended early but that was okay cause Ber had come home with him, risky, but he was sure he'd hidden everything before he left. Bernard had been a bit off during dinner but everything seemed fine now so it wasn't him that had Ber so quiet? He tugged Bernard away from the wall and towards the couch, the two of them falling onto it, Bernard giggling, Tim careful to land on the bottom. He smiled up at his boyfriend, reaching up to brush blond hair back from his face.

"Hi," he whispered breathlessly.

"Hi," Bernard grinned at him.

A lot of people said brown eyes were boring but Tim could never think that. Ber's eyes weren't just brown, like…dirt or something, but they also weren't hazel, not really. They were hard to describe but they suited him…so pretty…he felt kind of floaty, body tingling with pleasure…

"It's okay Tim," Ber whispered, "just relax."

Relax…

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He watched Tim's eyes, one hand gently stroking Tim's side, seeing Tim's pupils shrink down to pinpoints. Fiction always had the pupils expanding but he'd always found it to be the opposite. He could see the flicker of confusion and pleasure and he leant closer.

"It's okay Tim," he whispered, "just relax."

And Tim's body went utterly limp beneath him, his breathing soft and steady. Bernard kissed him, Tim pliant, making soft noises of pleasure, mind lost in the haze of compulsion. He looked so…innocent, open, and trusting. He knew Tim let himself relax more around him than normal but this was different and part of him liked it.

"I'm sorry Tim," he whispered, kissing along his jaw and then down his throat, sucking on areas to make sure he left some hickeys. And then very carefully, he sank his aching fangs into warm skin, eyes closing as he began to drink.

Tim moaned and it wasn't in pain, that was good, he didn't want to hurt him. He…he tasted so good; it made it hard to pull back but he would not hurt Tim! It was bad enough he was drinking from him but he was so hungry. He lapped at the wound to encourage it to heal, leaving only a slight bruise. He lifted his head, making sure his fangs had retracted and there was no blood on his mouth before meeting hazy eyes. He loved the colour of Tim's eyes, such a beautiful crystalline blue. And slowly, he drew Tim out of the compulsion, watching Tim's eyes clear, smiling at him, and Tim smiled back.

"Wow," Tim murmured.

"Good wow?" he asked shyly, and Tim nodded.

Tim reached up and Bernard let him pull him into another kiss. They'd never let things get quite so heated before, everything still new. He'd never had issues with his own sexuality but he knew it was a new discovery for Tim, he'd never push him to move faster than Tim was comfortable with. He'd never even been in Tim's apartment before and it didn't…well it wasn't really what he'd expected, the little he'd seen anyway.

"Not quite the dessert I meant," Tim admitted when they came up for air.

"So, you didn't bring me up here to feed me the famous Alfred's food?" he pouted, and Tim chuckled.

"I did, promise." Tim ran his hands gently up and down Bernard's bare arms.

Bernard kissed him again, smiling at him. "Feed me?" he asked, and Tim laughed, rolling out from under him, swaying for a moment and Bernard felt a flash of worry. Had he taken too much? "Tim?"

"I'm fine," Tim flashed another smile, walking for the kitchen and Bernard followed him, sitting on a stool as Tim brought out a very nice-looking desert that he had no clue about but it smelt really good.

Other scents lingered on the plate, the Wayne's he assumed. He'd met Bruce and Dick a few times back in high school but that had been it and he got the feeling no one knew they were back in contact yet. He didn't mind, the Wayne's got up to crazy stuff, the longer he could stay out of it the better.

No, he didn't want to meet them, not yet, not till he figured out if they were long term, if…if he could trust Tim with the truth. He knew Tim's secret, had worked it out the instant Red Robin had come to save him from that idiotic cult. He'd been pinned because the chains had been blessed by someone or something powerful, if they'd been normal, he would have broken out long before a knife got anywhere near him. But as soon as Red Robin had been near, he'd caught his scent and the strange scents around Tim suddenly made sense. It was Kevlar and whatever else went into their suits. Knowing that, he never got mad when Tim cancelled or got an emergency call, he just worried. If Tim knew about him then he could protect him, help him when he got hurt.

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Tim smiled at Bernard as he set out the dessert Alfred had given him. Despite everything, the man was determined to ensure he was eating and looking after himself. And obviously he wasn't getting enough sleep, not if getting off the couch made him dizzy. Good thing Red Robin already planned to take the night off. He caught his reflection in the surface of the fridge and sighed, he'd be wearing high collars for a day or two it seemed. But it had felt really, really good.

It had felt better than kissing had ever felt before honestly, not that he had a ton of experience. Steph had been his longest and most 'stable' relationship and that was saying something. Him and Cassie had been a mistake from the start, both of them grieving for Kon. There'd been maybe six kisses in that whole time? Steph, once she'd learnt his identity and before things went really bad, had been the closest he'd gotten to anything more than kissing but they'd never gone all the way. The less said about Ra's' sister the better and he would always owe Cass for showing up when she had.

He really liked spending time with Bernard, it was…freeing. Dating a civilian had scared him more than the fact Ber was another guy honestly, so much could go wrong. But Bernard never got mad when their date was cancelled or he had to leave and was concerned when he saw Tim with an injury, he couldn't hide but other than asking to be sure he was alright, he never pushed. Sometimes Tim wondered…he couldn't know, could he? Had Tim done something that night to give himself away? Bernard had asked Red Robin to pass on a message to Tim Drake…but that had been in case he didn't make it out, right? Bernard was just so understanding and patient, that was it.

They sat at the counter, enjoying the delicious blackberry cobbler, and freshly made dairy free cream. Bernard knew Tim avoided certain foods but he didn't know why. Tim could use his very public shooting as an excuse for his lack of spleen, it was listed as such in his official medical records, but he hated talking about it. Alfred had outdone himself as always, the cobbler was amazing and so fancy looking. He wouldn't put it past Alfie to know he had a date or the truth about his changed diet. If anyone had checked his public medical records, it would be Alfred and since no one knew about M'gann taking his place that day…

"Everything okay?" Ber asked softly, and Tim smiled, reaching for his hand.

"Sorry, just lost in thought."

That got a smile. "So, Spain?" he asked, and Tim sighed.

"Unfortunately," he grimaced, the last time he'd been in Spain had not exactly been fun. He'd been searching for B, the LoA on his tail… "I wish you could come with me," he admitted. It would be better, he could show Bernard around, they could go on dates without worrying about Tim being recognised, it would be fun.

"Convince my parents to let me skip school and I'd jump at the chance."

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He meant it. He'd be graduating in a few months, after that technically he'd be free to travel. He'd love to go to Spain with Tim but it would be risky. He would need time to investigate who was in power over there. Here in Gotham…well, thanks to the chaos it was pretty much every man, or woman, for themselves. But anywhere else and Bernard would have to be very careful. But it would be worth it to go with Tim. Pity his parents wouldn't agree. He knew his mother loved him, even with how much trouble he was, but Marcus Dowd…well, the man had never been a loving 'father'. It had never been discussed but Bernard was sure he knew that Bernard wasn't biologically his. She'd been the one to push to get him his own place despite still being in school, it made it easier to hide things from the man, like his dating life and…diet.

He'd never met his biological father and had no desire to. He didn't know if his conception had been consensual or not, the look on her face the first time his fangs had extended though… there was a lot he didn't want to know. But he wasn't his dad, either of them.

Tim was the best thing to ever happen to him, he just…he wished he could be human for him. everything would be so much easier if he was.

"So…not what I was expecting, honestly. Not after seeing your room back in high school." He waved his spoon to indicate the large open space.

Tim shrugged slightly. "A decorator did it," he admitted. "They did the whole building."

"At least the couch is comfortable," Bernard offered.

Tim snorted, shaking his head. "Hey, I'm busy. I've added some stuff since moving in."

Bernard glanced around. "The photos….and a beanbag chair?"

"The bedroom's better," Tim muttered and then went red.

"Makes sense," Bernard agreed, it was the most personal room after all.

He did wonder, did Tim have his gear hidden somewhere nearby or did he join the other bats to change every night? Though…Red Robin was really only ever seen with them during Arkham breakouts. He knew that Tim was close to Tam, his assistant, and his sister Cass but…was he really alone except for the three of them? No, Tim had those friends from out of town, who Bernard suspected were his old Young Justice teammates. But they had their own lives and hero gigs too so how often did Tim get to see them? He hoped he'd get to meet them one day.

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Tim collapsed onto the bed in his suite, tugging off his tie as he kicked off his shoes. He was exhausted which was ridiculous cause he'd only had meetings for the last two days. Being back in Spain brought back memories he'd rather forget and that was affecting his sleep. He groaned as his phone beeped, reaching blindly for it. He unlocked the screen and then smiled at the photo of him and Bernard, reading the message before typing one back in return. It had only been four days…but he missed him.

He raised his head as the door opened, seeing Tam with bags of takeout. She really was the best assistant he could have asked for and a good friend too, once they had gotten past his mess up with letting her think her dad was dead. It had taken time but he understood why she'd been mad, it would have been different if she didn't know their ids but…she'd been at his side in the League of Assassins, when they'd attacked Gotham, the Unternet…

"I'm not feeding you!" she called, and he smiled, rolling off the bed to join her in the main room. "So…missing the boyfriend?" she teased, and Tim rolled his eyes.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" he asked, and Tam smiled at him.

"He's good for you Tim, you're more…relaxed, more human."

"Hey!"

"Come on, you can be a bit…robotic at times when it comes to interpersonal relationships. You're a lot better since starting to date him."

"Thanks?" Okay, he knew he could be emotionally detached but come on…

She just grinned and they ate their meal, discussing the mornings meeting.

Tim eventually returned to bed, surprised to find a new message from Bernard given the time difference.

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Bernard sipped from his mug, enjoying the contents…but not as much as he had…nope, not thinking about that. It was a one-off emergency; he would not drink from Tim again. It wasn't right, not without Tim's permission. He knew what it meant, that he enjoyed his blood so much but he was scared. Batman wasn't as anti-meta as rumours said, not with the Signal on his team and working with the JL but…well, the undead were a bit different. Sure, he was technically a Dhampir, a half-breed. Scorned by vampires and humans alike for being stuck between the two.

Sure, he could play human but when it came to it, he wasn't. And he was terrified that he would lose Tim because of it. And then his phone beeped and he smiled at the photo of Tim standing on his hotel balcony, the sun setting behind him. Tam must have taken the shot and he looked really good in it.

He was in love with Tim Drake-Wayne, he couldn't deny it, and he really hoped that Tim would love him too, would accept him. Eventually, his secret would come out after all.

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"Thanks Alfred," Tim mustered a tired smile as he took off his seatbelt, and Alfred smiled back. He'd been surprised to see Alfred waiting for them at the airport, they'd already dropped Tam off and the drive had been quiet.

"Any time dear boy. You should get some rest."

"That's the plan," Tim promised, getting out. Alfred did as well, heading for the trunk. "I can handle the bags, Alfred."

"If you're sure."

"Yeah," he grinned and then stepped in to hug the older man.

Alfred seemed surprised but then hugged him back. Tim felt bad about that but…Alfred had kept quiet when things were at their worst, hadn't supported him, and it had hurt. But ever since Tim had come home, he'd been trying his best to ensure Tim had anything he needed despite no longer living in the Manor.

"Missed you Alfie," he whispered.

"I missed you as well, Master Tim. Now, have a good meal and get some sleep."

"Drive safe." He waved and headed for the elevator, using his thumb on the scanner to send it up to the penthouse.

He dumped his bags in his room and then changed out of his suit, checking the time. He grinned and dialled.

"Tim?" Bernard picked up within three rings.

"Hey Ber, I'm home."

"I'm glad, how was the flight?"

"Not too bad, except for a baby in economy that I'm pretty sure they could hear on the ground as we flew over."

"Ouch," but he was chuckling. "Bet you wish you'd taken the jet."

"Definitely," Tim agreed as he lay back on his bed. "How have you been? Lots of homework?"

"All done…that a suggestion?"

Tim hesitated; he really did want to see him but he was also tired but… "Yes. Takeout and you can use the guestroom?" he suggested. They'd been dating for a few months now but sharing a bed? He didn't think he was ready for that, even if it was only for sleeping.

"On my way," Bernard answered, and Tim smiled.

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Bernard looked down to find Tim asleep against his side, looking younger, peaceful. He gently ran his fingers through black hair when Tim made a noise in his sleep. Tim had nightmares, something Bernard assumed was very normal given his night work. Even without that there were his parents, Darla…so many things had happened to him as a civilian as well. Bernard had his own share of nightmares too because of that, because of his unknown father…the Children of Dionysus.

"Shh, it's okay Tim," he murmured, happy when Tim settled. So much for using the guestroom but he didn't want to wake Tim when he was actually sleeping. Not like the couch wasn't big enough for the two of them, they could probably fit an adult or two on it as well.

He was happy Tim was back, that he'd called him right away. That was a good sign for their relationship, right? Not like either of them had the best examples. Tim shifted in his sleep, turning into him, head over his heart. He was very glad he had a heartbeat, even if it was a little slower than normal. He shifted again, hand gripping Bernard's shirt, making a sleepy noise but it wasn't in distress so no nightmare, hopefully.

"Ber?" Tim mumbled.

He smiled, happy that Tim could recognise him even mostly asleep. "You awake?"

"Hmmm…"

"Want to go to bed?" he suggested.

"Nnggg," Tim mumbled, pressing closer.

"Okay," Bernard murmured, reaching up for the throw off the back of the couch, tucking it around them. Good thing tomorrow was Saturday so no school, the penthouse was a fair commute from his.

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Tim woke, staying still, keeping his breathing even. He couldn't move…kidnapped? What had happened?

"Tim? You awake?" Bernard, that was Ber. Soft lips pressed to his forehead. "We're on your couch in the penthouse," he murmured. "You fell asleep during the movie and wouldn't let go."

Oh. He opened his eyes to find his head resting on Bernard's chest and there was his throw blanket tucked around them. Bernard tugged the blanket looser and Tim relaxed as a hand ran through his hair.

"You okay?" Ber asked softly. "You had a few nightmares."

"I woke you?" he didn't want to do that, didn't want to expose Bernard to that.

"No, I stayed up till you settled fully," Bernard answered.

Tim pulled back enough to sit up, pushing his hair back, looking down at Bernard who was smiling at him. He'd…he'd done that for him? He found himself biting his lip, swallowing hard.

"Oh Tim," Bernard whispered. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Tim and Tim fell forward into him. "It's okay. I want to be here for you. How many calls did you take from me at all times of day and night after Red Robin rescued me? You're my boyfriend, any time you need me, I'll be here for you."

Tim closed his eyes, resting his head on Bernard's shoulder. "I don't…you don't have to."

"I want to," Bernard answered. "I want to be here for you Tim, no matter what. I know…I know you have secrets and it's okay. You're a Wayne and a co-CEO, of course there's stuff you can't talk to me about."

Tim wished it was just that, there was so much Bernard didn't know…it was a good thing he'd had training to keep from talking in his sleep. Part of him wanted Ber to know the truth, he knew Bernard looked up the bats, liked Red Robin. But it was different to liking a vigilante, thinking they were cool and fighting beside them, to finding out you were dating them.

"I…" Tim frowned, and Bernard gently tugged him back down, running his fingers through Tim's hair.

"It's okay Tim. You're important and you have secrets. Everyone has secrets." Bernard shrugged under him. "I don't care," Ber promised, pressing a kiss to his head. "I…I love you Tim, I know it seems fast but…I've liked you since school."

He had? "But Darla?" he asked softly.

"Was unattainable," Bernard answered, a hand now resting at the base of Tim's spine, fingers gently rubbing in circles. "Crushing on her was safe. I never thought you'd be interested in me and then you were dating Steph and Darla liked you."

Oh. He hadn't expected that but he guessed it made sense. Tim hadn't known he liked girls and boys back then, his dad would have killed him…not literally, but it would not have gone down well. He'd loved Steph but it hadn't been the right kind of love, they'd been better off as friends and now days, were they even that?

"I'm not expecting you to say it back Tim, this is new to you. Even if you never say it or feel it the same way…I will always be your friend, no matter what," Bernard promised, and Tim closed his eyes.

He'd heard promises like that before and every one of them had been broken. From his parents promising to come home…Dick promising to always be his big brother… but he still wanted to believe in it, believe in Bernard.

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Tim sighed and stared at his phone. He'd almost called Conner about it but would he understand? They were best friends, they shared everything. Kon knew Tim was dating Bernard, they just hadn't had the chance to meet yet. But this didn't feel like something to discuss with him first. He made dating look so easy with Cassie, even though Tim knew they'd had their share of issues. Thankfully, Kon hadn't held their kiss or kind of dating against them when he'd come back, that would have been bad. But he'd understood that Cassie and Tim had both been grieving and scared, clinging to what was left. He hadn't even been mad about Tim trying to clone him!

So, who could he talk to…once he would have gone to Dick but it'd been so long…was this a parent kind of discussion? He never would have talked to Jack about dating another boy but…

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"Hey B, can we talk?"

He was surprised by the voice on a private channel. "Comms or in person?" he asked, pausing on a rooftop.

"I'm near WE, meet you up top?"

"Hn," he agreed, changing direction. "Ten out," he clarified.

When was the last time Red Robin had reached out over comms? He was practically a ghost these days, more so than even Red Hood. He caught glimpses of him occasionally during patrol, would see Tim at WE or at galas…but that was it. Ever since the incident with Captain Boomerang, Tim had barely had anything to do with the family. Had he overreacted? Tim had planned everything so precisely…but in the end he had done the right thing, had arrested the man rather than let him die.

He arrived at the top of WE and glanced around, taking a second to spot the figure sitting on the edge, legs dangling. He walked over and found two Batburger bags and drinks. He sat carefully beside his son, because Tim was his even if he was emancipated.

Tim wasn't in full gear but the dull black usually used for quieter ops, a basic domino on his face. It made him wonder what kind of case he was working or if he'd come out for the sole purpose of meeting with him. Tim passed him a bag and Bruce opened it to find his usual order.

"How are you?" he asked, and Tim looked at him, surprised.

"Okay," Tim offered, eating a Night-Wing. "You weren't busy, right?"

"No," he assured him as he took out his burger. "Is something wrong?"

"I…" Tim shifted nervously, something he'd normally hide.

Bruce tried to work out what could have him feeling nervous but…he didn't have a clue about his son's current cases or anything. He just knew he'd been in Spain last week, had something happened? "I know things have been distant but you are my son," he told him, watching Tim's eyes go wide behind his mask.

"I'm seeing someone," Tim murmured, shocking Bruce.

"Not Tam?" he asked, just to be sure, and Tim actually laughed.

"And have Lucius kill me?" he demanded, and Bruce chuckled.

"Good point. Do I know her?"

"We went to school together," Tim admitted.

"Which one?" he asked right, aiming for teasing, as Tim took a sip of his drink. It was a fair question, Tim had been to a lot of schools, shipped off from one boarding school to another until finally managing to convince his parents to send him to a local school. Even then he'd changed schools a few times for a variety of reasons.

Tim coughed to clear his throat, shooting him a glare. "Grieve," he answered once he could speak.

That really narrowed the options given what had happened back then. He hadn't been very involved in Tim's life then since he'd been training Steph as Robin. And apparently Tim and Steph hadn't been talking either at the time though neither talked about it. Plus, Jack had done his best to completely isolate Tim from anyone in the community, wanting him to be a civilian. He'd never understood that wasn't something Tim wanted or could really be anymore.

"Have I met her?" he asked, he had managed to 'run into' Tim a handful of times as Bruce Wayne, Dick had too, both of them concerned for him given that Jack had threatened Bruce with a gun over Tim being Robin.

"Not sure it was a formal meeting," Tim answered, "but yeah, you met…him," Tim finished, barely audible, body held still.

Oh. Oh Tim. The top of WE was well out of sight and Tim had chosen a spot that Oracle's cameras didn't monitor. So, he lifted his arm and carefully laid it over Tim's shoulders, his cape draping over his son. He could feel the tiniest tremors wracking Tim's body but Tim allowed himself to be drawn into his side.

"Does he make you happy?" he asked, and Tim nodded. "Then that's all that matters."

"Even if it risks PR trouble?" Tim asked softly, and Bruce closed his eyes.

"Even then, we can work it out. You are my son Tim and I want you to be happy." He had to talk, to explain to Tim. Of all his kids, Tim was the most like him but they also had some key differences. And that meant he had to tell Tim how he felt about him.

"Bruce…"

"I was wrong Tim, you did the right thing that night and I lashed out at you," he told him, struggling to find the words needed, Tim staring up at him.

They were in a blind spot and he wanted Tim to understand. So, he reached up and removed the cowl and then brushed his fingers against the edge of Tim's domino, Tim leaning into his hand. At the silent permission, he brought up one of the specially formulated wipes for removing their masks in the field and gently wiped at Tim's domino, removing the adhesive. How long had it been since he'd seen Tim's face up close without the mask?

"B?" Tim's voice was shaky.

"Sometimes, we're so similar Tim but…you're better than me," he admitted. He could see the disbelief in Tim's eyes. "You are growing into a better detective than me, you're so smart. And you have something more, you make friends Tim, you work with people in ways I can't."

Tim suddenly snorted and Bruce arched an eyebrow. "Something I said to Ra's when he came to Gotham," Tim murmured.

"Before he kicked you out a window?"

Tim winced and shrugged slightly. "He targeted everyone and thought I'd run around trying to save them all but I called in help…I told him, 'I'm not Batman, I have friends'." Tim offered an embarrassed smile, and Bruce found himself chuckling.

"You do have friends," Bruce agreed, and Tim's smile widened. "So, what's his name?"

Tim groaned. "You don't need to do a background check Bruce."

"I'm assuming you did a very thorough one, probably back in school."

"And updated when we met…since he was kind of caught up in a cult. B…if I'd been even a few seconds later…they had him chained to the alter, the knife barely above his skin. The Children of Dionysus, they went after vulnerable teens but Bernard was targeted. He'd been friends with one of the kids, he guessed they thought he knew more than he did. We met up for the first time since school and they came after him. I woke up and the restaurant was a mess, one of the staff was trying to get me up, and Bernard was just…gone."

"They knocked you out?"

Tim nodded. "I know I'm lucky since they weren't above killing. Chloroform, I checked my blood and I've kept an eye on my liver and kidneys since. No side effects yet and it's been four months. When I tracked them down, I got Ber out of the chains and instead of running, he helped fight the cult. Turns out he takes martial arts as well. It was…nice, it felt good fighting with him at my back. He even asked Red Robin to give Tim Drake a message if he didn't make it out, that he wished we could have finished our date…I didn't even know it was one. Went to see him as me after and…asking for a real date just felt right."

"Do you think he knows?" Bruce couldn't help asking.

"I don't think so, but…I want him to, B. I trust him. He never gets mad when I cancel or leave during a date. I can call him any time outside of school hours and he's just…there for me, whatever I need. He…" Tim took a shaky breath and Bruce gripped his shoulder.

"Tim?"

"He said he loves me, Bruce."

"Do you love him?" Did he need to give Tim the Talk? No, he was too old, right? Who had given him that talk, Jack had been alive around the age it was normally given, had he? Maybe Dick had? Tim had dated before so he had to know something at least but a relationship with another boy would be different.

"I…" Tim hugged his knees to his chest, balancing precariously on the edge but he was one of the birds, his balance perfect. "I don't know," he admitted softly. "I don't think I've ever really been in love before."

"Listening to you talk about him, I'd say you're on the way there at least," Bruce offered. "Not that I'm one to ask about relationships."

Tim laughed at that.

TBC…

So, the DC timeline to me is a big mess. I've also only read Tim's Red Robin comics. And the Bernard ones are after that but he's Robin again? So I've left him as Red Robin cause that's less confusing to me since Damian's around.