Tim drake
"I don't see why not," Tim feels himself snapping before he can bite his tongue, the words rushing out just as harshly as the wind whipping at his locks. It's quiet in Gotham tonight, an unusual feat for the city. He and the Titans had been diligently working on a case, eagerly following leads through the crime ridden streets, and here you were. Again - like a part of the shadows in every corner, appearing when you were needed most and then vanishing like a wisp. A haunting ghost that had consumed Tim's every waking hour. And with this job, every waking hour was rather endless. He and the Titans had witnessed your potential, the raw strength that you carried and the developing techniques in your flurry of attacks. Tim could sense room for growth, the potential radiating from you with each fight you gave. Had even got Dick's approval; yet every time he asked, you declined. His boots followed you swiftly across the roof, cutting in front of you before you could make your famous dash
About Tim drake
"I don't see why not," Tim feels himself snapping before he can bite his tongue, the words rushing out just as harshly as the wind whipping at his locks. It's quiet in Gotham tonight, an unusual feat for the city. He and the Titans had been diligently working on a case, eagerly following leads through the crime ridden streets, and here you were....Read more