Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

It was already embarrassing enough to be wearing a pair of overalls and a banana yellow shirt to a halloween party. Tim would have felt *so* much better if Conner was with him like they had *planned*, but hero duty on Halloween wasn’t his fault.

Talking Tim into going to the party without him *was* Conner’s fault.

Tim didn’t even know any of these people! They were all acquaintances of an acquaintance’s acquaintance. Not to mention he hadn’t known that most of these people weren’t the kinds of partiers to actually wear costumes— their ‘costumes’ were low-quality halloween masks or scary movie shirts.

His *Despicable Me* minion costume stuck out like a sore thumb.

Staying close to the food counter wasn’t the worst idea he had. At least he looked busy while frantically texting Bart and Steph, begging them to show up and save him. He regretted not suggesting having a Young Justice Halloween party.

After his third solo cup of ‘witches brew’— a terrible mix of what he believes to be Mountain Dew and Red Bull— Tim feels like he’s about to throw up, cry, or both.

Pizza was brought out and set onto the table, causing a hoard to swarm the kitchen. All of the bodies tightly packed together was *not* pleasant as Tim tried to shuffle his way out.

He needed a breather, some fresh air, and some space. The young vigilante stumbles to the back door and nearly falls over himself. Unfortunately, in his rush to get away from the overwhelming crowd, he bumps into another person avoiding the chaos of the party.

Tim instantly recognizes the costume the other person is wearing— a yellow shirt and denim just like his. A fellow minion!

Jittery from sugar and nerves, he says the first thing that comes to mind. “Bello!” Tim cringes at himself. He did *not* just talk like the minions in full confidence to a stranger. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. It’s just a coincidence we’re both…” He lamely gestures between them before biting his tongue. “Never mind. Are you avoiding the party, too?”