I had the horrible urge to write some father/son bonding fluff between Tim and Bruce.
No warnings, just pure fluff.
The dull rumble of the rain could be heard even from the belly of the Bat Cave, only adding to the dreary and moody atmosphere. And the air was only getting cooler as the hour got later, making Tim eager to get out of his soaked uniform.
BABE THAT WAS SO COOT! >w< <3 <3 <3