Milk And Cardamom | S. Brown ✔

[23]

Tim had been extremely busy those days due to his discovery of someone spying on the Bat vigilantes. And just two nights ago, he had almost come face to face with the spy but the way it had escaped him was bothering him even then.

That night, he had sent Steph on patrol as Red Robin while he had followed the vigilantes as Red X, hoping he will catch the spy on their trail.

His assumption had been correct and he was led to a warehouse containing hundreds of pictures snapped of the Bat vigilantes, highlighting their fighting styles and distinct moves. At that warehouse, he had encountered the spy as well; a mysterious shadowy creature who had gotten absorbed like black ink on the ground when he was mere seconds away from catching him.

He closed the photographic evidence he had collected from that warehouse before setting fire to it so that the rest was destroyed, and rested his head back, eyes closing out of fatigue. He had had to burn down the place or else the spy would have gotten more material to analyze the vigilantes.

And though he still wanted to work despite the fact that he hadn't slept since his encounter, he felt extremely tired and found himself unable to focus.

Deciding at last that a break was well deserved, he stood up from his desk and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Minutes later he reemerged, drying his hair off with a towel as he put on his jacket and fastened his shoes.

He was going to Dora's Coffee Haunt because he knew very well that no other break could completely refresh him as compared to seeing his lovely girlfriend and drinking the marvelous coffee Alexander brewed.

Damian had popped in twice to check up on him though as he stepped in once again and saw him getting ready to go somewhere, he was surprised.

"You sure you aren't running a fever today, Drake?"

"No I'm not, though I have the same concern for you," Tim replied, placing the photographs securely in his locked cabinet, "you sure you're fine?"

"Obviously. But why are you saying that?"

"If I hadn't known you so well, by now I would almost be tempted to believe that you're concerned for me," a smile threatened to break out on his face, knowing full well how his younger brother would react to that statement.

"Concerned for you? Never." But Dami was curious to find out where Tim was going so he asked again, "you just don't ever leave whatever you're doing in the middle to go somewhere so my surprise was quite appropriate."

Tim chuckled and it was then damian noticed how tired he looked such that even him smile didn't fully get rid of the fatigue from his features. "I'm going to Dora's shop. I need a break."

"You and breaks were opposite poles of the world just a day ago..."

"Dami, I can't concentrate," he resumed in a softer tone, "and if I keep working without concentration, it would only be a waste of time. And as you very well know, time is something I can't afford to waste."

"Fine whatever, just leave already so that there will finally be some peace and quiet here."

His eyes sparked mischievously again, "why? Planning to spend more time in my room?"

"Of course not," he snapped back, green eyes burning furiously, "your room stinks worse than a trash can."

Tim shook his head, unable to hold back his laughter as he pulled the door open, "after you, Sir."

"Don't you dare address me with that tone again!" Damian stepped out and Tim followed though the younger boy's insults hadn't come to a halt, "or else I swear I'll do something you'll clearly regret."