I was hit with a sudden urge to write a fic with Damian and Tim, what it would be like if Damian was forced to comfort the other. The Universe Tim came back from that he mentions in the fic, is future’s end.
Robin swings through Gotham until he lands on a lonely rooftop. At least, that’s what he thought until he spots a form sitting on the otherside. He frowns and stalks over to the figure. It’s Red Robin. “Tt. Slacking off Red?”