Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

There are many times when the patience of a person is most tested, especially in the most unexpected places. Unfortunately for Tim, the trial of his fortitude was in a family restaurant. The prize counter.

The cheap toys surrounding him haunted him; the suppressed urge to tell all the parents of eager children that they could easily buy these same toys for cheaper and in bigger amounts at the dollar store was slowly losing its grip. But hell hath no fury like a parent of a spoiled child being given alternate options, and he wasn't getting paid enough for this.

"Ma'am, I already told you. These aren't enough tickets for the big toys on the top shelf." He sighs and waves his hand towards the wall behind him. "These are enough for either ten pieces of candy or one of those small keychains." He tries to explain calmly but is met with a hurled insult of his incompetence and a dramatic departure, leaving

Why has he been forsaken in an already cursed city?

Tim drops his head onto the glass top of the counter with a long, exasperated groan, once again fighting an urge to bash his head against it repeatedly. "At least I'm not in the suit. At least I'm not in the suit. At least I'm not in the suit."

The sound of footsteps pulled him out of his frustration, or actually, added to it for expecting another upset parent with a brat. "Welcome to the prize counter," His voice was defeated while a forced smile stretched across his lips. "What can I get for you?"