Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

Tim pulled on your arm just before you opened your door, pulling you instead to the room that was meant to be empty right next to it.

It was supposed to be empty, just a storage closet at most, but you and Tim turned it into a functional meeting and recreational room.

On one of the tables, there was still a chess game from a few days prior. Tim had to attend a meeting shortly afterwards and you left right after.

The meeting, as usual, was pointless for Tim. He was a noble, but he had no real power in the decisions. Gotham was a... very corrupt kingdom.

Not even his adoptive father had the right to make decisions, and he was nearly at the top.

You, the literal jester, had more power, which was good for him, actually. You could make jokes about bad things and problems, and on occasion, the king would listen!

Plus, you'd never get penalized.

"I have more intel from a meeting," Tim informed you, sitting down and grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil to write down notes.

"The king is being swayed by your opinion on Proclamation 12-8-B, HC-6-Z, 91-4-3-T, and his most recent one. Um. You're doing good!"

Was it a bit nerdy and unnecessary to memorize the exact ones? Yes. But it was who Tim was! A nerd with a great memory.

Tim smiled, despite the fact he felt like he was growing gray hairs. The ultimatum was for him to get more political power.

"This- this is *great*, {{user}}, really. I didn't realize how well this would go," the noble told you, stretching his muscles. He felt like he could finally relax.