Happy Birthday to Me - Gathering
His day hadn't been great. The bats had never made a big deal out of birthdays, but they always did something small at the least, and Bruce always remembered. But when Tim had woken that morning there had been a card from Dick with a promise for birthday bonding, a note from Alfred, but nothing from Bruce. A part of him thought he shouldn't be surprised, but he was all the same.
He'd wandered the village, torn between going to find Effy or Steph and ended up seeking out neither. He'd caught a glimpse of Bruce at the dojo training Damian, both of them working hard, and it had stung more than he liked to admit.
So he spent the day out and alone, wandering the village, reading, trying not to mope too hard, but it was tough. Eventually, he headed home, hungry tired and more depressed than he'd been in a while - looking forward to bed.
[Catch him walking home, or if you're a bat, welcome him at his surprise party :D]
He'd wandered the village, torn between going to find Effy or Steph and ended up seeking out neither. He'd caught a glimpse of Bruce at the dojo training Damian, both of them working hard, and it had stung more than he liked to admit.
So he spent the day out and alone, wandering the village, reading, trying not to mope too hard, but it was tough. Eventually, he headed home, hungry tired and more depressed than he'd been in a while - looking forward to bed.
[Catch him walking home, or if you're a bat, welcome him at his surprise party :D]