The Red Robin

"I know he wouldn't ever actually say it, but I'm totally Bruce's favorite." Tim said to no one as he sat alone in his living room.

"I swear I'm still alive."

"Fine fine. I guess I'm back?"

At least she hasn't hit him in the face with a brick yet...

"Still not de- wait a second. I'm way too young for that."

"So I might be going back to the empty void for a while?"

"That... was a really long nap."

"If I had a 'bird-sense', it'd probably be going off right now." Tim said to no one in particular as he was filled with a sense that things were about to get suddenly more complicated in his life.

"Sometimes it feels like it's been years since I last did any vigilantism."

Tim's fingers flew across one of the keyboards hooked into the Nest's central computer bay. He had spent the last ten hours working on updates to his network code and security and desperately looked forward to passing out once the code finished compiling.

"Still not dea-oh god, I've turned into old Bruce."

Tim kicked off his work shoes and dropped over the back of the sofa in his apartment. He let out a stiff sigh, "Having a day job sucks."

"It's not the caring about the environment that makes Ivy a villain, more her lack of concern about really anything else."

"Spending the last few months in an empty void was certainly a weird experience. But kind of refreshing?"

"I've had far too few intergalactic adventures."

"Fortunately, I am still very much alive." Tim said to no one in particular for no discernible reason.

Tim tilted his neck until there was a subtle but satisfying crack, then resumed flinging his fingers across the keyboard on his desk.

"Oh good. I'm still not dead."

~Sometimes I wonder why I stay in Gotham~