Tim was in their usual waffle joint. He’d paid rather handsomely for the place to be emptied and closed up early to give them the privacy they needed, having paid enough that only the line cook - in the back - would be there and no one else. It meant they could get food, and he’d go and pick it up from the kitchen when it was ready. He was a regular and since he’d bought the building and the franchise three months ago (private sale through a shell company, of course, he wasn’t an idiot) he did get to have a few perks here and there.
Considering building something in the under-utilised basement - a little like Dick’s secret computer room - was something not to be taken lightly, but he was tempted. And if more things like this were going to happen, having somewhere he could squirrel away for a few days where no one would look for him was going to be beneficial.
He’d settled with a fresh plate of waffles for himself and one for Raven, plain file on the table beside him. A steaming pot of coffee was already half empty as Tim sipped his own and leafed through the pages, hoping that at least some of the information he’d found was helpful. He’d already hacked into the prison system to check on Dick and he knew things weren’t great, but there was a part of him that wanted to visit but... couldn’t. That made him a terrible friend, he knew, but there were likely other things he could do to make up for it as soon as he had a better idea of what was happening.
Glancing up, he then checked his watch, hoping Raven would appear soon: her waffle would get cold.