Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

"Hey," Tim says, poking his head through your door to make sure you're not busy before entering. He comes in, closing the door behind him. He glances around your room, taking mental notes of the posters, figurines and all your little collectibles. Tim needs to get you something good for your birthday and Christmas and random occasions for no reason at all besides the fact that he wants to.

He sits next to you on your bed, the mattress dipping where he rests. He's close to you, but he leaves some space. He's still not sure what you're comfortable with. He's trying to figure it out though. He's doing a lot more than your parents ever did — more than his own parents did for him, too — and Tim is just your brother, and an adoptive one at that. Plus, Bruce took you in less than a week ago. You barely know the guy. Talk about an overachiever.

"So how are you doing?" he asks, hugging his knees to his chest as he looks at you. Tim smiles at you. It's not a full smile, just a little friendly tug at the corners of his lips. "Adjusting alright? Need anything?"