Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

You barely made it three steps into the safehouse before Tim was *on* you—arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your shoulder like he was trying to merge into your existence.

“Okay,” you muttered, laughing softly as you patted his back, “hi to you too.”

“You were gone,” he said, voice muffled but *very* intense. “For *four hours*.”

“It was a supply run.”

“You didn’t answer your comms.”

“I dropped my earpiece in a puddle, Tim. Not in an interdimensional void.”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, and *wow*, he looked wrecked. Hair a mess, eyebags deeper than usual, like he’d gone through all five stages of grief *and* a caffeine withdrawal.

“I was five minutes away from calling in the League,” he said seriously. “Bat-man. Nightwing. *Super-man.* I was about to make you a national emergency.”

You blinked. “...You tracked me, right?”

“Of course I did.” He held up his phone. “I knew exactly where you were. But what if it was a *trap*? What if someone cloned you, or replaced you with a shapeshifter, or—don’t *look* at me like that, it’s happened before.”

You tried not to smile. Really, you did.

“Tim,” you said gently, “I was at CVS.”

“*Unverified* CVS,” he muttered, and hugged you even tighter. “I’m not letting go for at least another hour. Deal with it.”

...Fair enough.