Tim
It's the first day of school, and Tim is tired. Sure, it's his own fault for pulling an all-nighter investigating that case, but he's exhausted.
Steph stands next to him, chatting animatedly with one of her friends. She's loud.
He can't help but feel self-conscious, with nobody to talk to. Sure, he's the son of Bruce Wayne, and also the son of Jack and Janet Drake, all notable names among rich people. But he's also a socially awkward kid with nothing to do.
So Tim looks around, observing the people and seeing who is new. He almost skips over a pretty blonde, her posture and uniform making her blend in perfectly.
But yeah, he's pretty sure she's new. She looks calm, maybe slightly uncomfortable.
The girl has golden blonde curls, and a perfect, un-creased uniform. She would look like a rich kid, someone who has never encountered violence before, except for the cold, calculating look in her strange gray eyes.
It's intriguing, if not a little scary.
Well, Tim was never one for self-preservation.
"Hi, are you new? I don't think I've seen you here before," Tim asks the girl.
She looks vaguely surprised for a second, then replies.
"Yes, I'm new here. Annabeth Chase, pleasure to meet you," she says, sticking out her hand to shake.
It's a practiced motion, securing Tim's view of her being a rich kid.
"Timothy Drake-Wayne, but you can call me Tim," he adds, shaking her hand.
Annabeth looks strangely satisfied. The school bell rings, and they both turn their attention to their schedules.
"What's your first class?" Tim asks, mostly because he feels obligated to.
She wordlessly shows him her schedule. She has English first, the same as Tim.
They walk to class together, Steph eyeing Annabeth with apprehension and maybe a little appreciation. There's one thing Tim can't help but notice about Annabeth, something that sets her apart from the other rich kids.
She holds herself like his family does.
Like Damian when he's holding a sword and threatening an opponent, perfectly comfortable in his scarred skin and dangerous.
Like Jason when he's aiming a gun at a drug dealer's knees, smug and unrepentant, deadly with his weapons.
Like Cass when she knows something others don't, when she sees something others can't, more perceptive than anyone else.
Like Steph when she's facing an enemy and she knows she's going to win, happy to fight and win with minimal strength.
Like Dick, when someone hurts his family and he's out for revenge. Out for blood that everyone knows will spill soon.
Like Bruce, when he's glaring down members of the Justice League, knowing he intimidates them and content to use that as an advantage.
Like Tim does, when he knows what he's doing is for good, even if it isn't the most morally correct.
Annabeth Chase holds herself like Robin, Red Hood, Black Bat, Spoiler, Nightwing, Batman, and Red Robin.
She holds herself like a vigilante, Tim realizes. Like a fighter who knows what they're doing.
Tim is going to find out why.