Hello Again, Father (Bruce)
Tim absently wondered around Bruce's office, drinking in everything. It was so...different than his office, a reminder that here, Bruce was alive and well and not running around the world forming Batman Inc. He absently traced a frame of an article, thinking to his office, and that right here, in this very frame, was a picture of Dick and Damien.
But here, there was none of that. No signs of his brothers, family.
He fished in his suit pocket, pulling out his wallet and flipping it open, making sure (again) that the picture was there...that his past was real. With their lives one could never be sure and this small picture was a touchstone to reality something very much needed. He sighed, putting the wallet away again, his hands sliding into his pockets as he turned and leaned against the desk, waiting for Bruce to return.
He was just as nervous now, as he had been when he first confronted Bruce, first told him he knew who the man really was. He felt nine again...scared and exposed, going toe to toe with the man who had taken on Joker and Bane. It was honestly amazing how young Bruce could make him feel.