Tim Drake runs along the rooftops of Gotham, doing sick flips and tricks. It's an oddly beautiful night, with a clear sky and a full moon shining. He stops on the edge of a building, breathing heavily and looks down at his favorite cafe to see if it's busy. There's only one couple inside. Two men. Tim enhances his vision and nearly falls off the roof in shock. One of the men...is him...holding hands with another man.
He's not wearing his costume either. Just a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt and a black jacket, holding hands with someone who is dressed similarly in a dark gray suit. The other guy has blond hair and a beard that makes him look like Zac Effron.
"What nonsense is this?" Tim wonders. Does this queer just happen to look like him? Or could it be a trick of one of the villains of Gotham?
Regardless, Tim knows he himself is a minor, so something sinister is almost certainly going on. Maybe they're gay lovers or maybe they've been kidnapped by the Joker. They have to get out of here!
The two guys are smiling at each other while not looking at the corner where a third man sits, reading a newspaper. The waitress goes back into the kitchen. The man lowers his newspaper revealing his purple mask. Baron Zemo pulls out his pistol and shoots the fake Tim. The bullet hits him between the eyes and sends him crashing through the window of the cafe.
"Oh no!" Tim cries as he glides down in the middle of the street. "An innocent civilian by its loosest definition was just killed right before my eyes!" he shouts. "I'll never be able to sleep again because I saw them die!" Tim begins to cry.
"Nonsense," Zemo tells him. "You didn't see anything. You were too busy enjoying your leisure time." Zemo punches Zac Effron and runs from Tim down at dark alley.
"I'm sorry, sir," says the waitress as she wipes up all the blood. She notices the man lying on the floor. "Who did this?"
"A villain," Tim tells her.
He looks down at his own dead image. "Who was this? I'm sickened but curious."
"No idea," the waitress tells him. "They just came in about ten minutes ago. They ordered coffee and then sat together at a table, talking about nothing important."
Zac Effron starts to stir. "Tim...TIIIIM!" He cries as he cradles the dead body. "HE WAS THE ONLY ONE FOR ME! ...BESIDES MY OTHER NUMEROUS SEXUAL PARTNERS...HE WAS BEAUTIFUL!"
The real Tim watches, now truly baffled. The doppelganger shared his face and his name? What kind of sorcery is this? And why did Zemo kill him? Maybe this is some weird hallucination or something. No, Tim was pretty sure he knew himself better than that. He needed answers, and it was obvious he wouldn't find any here.
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Instead, Tim went to his favorite slushy truck on the east side of Gotham, for no reason other than he was thirsty. When he walked in, the owner said, "Timmy!"
"Howdy, Mr. Freeze," Tim replied, trying hard not to sound surprised.
"Same as always?" asked the shop owner.
"Thaaaat's right," Tim responded. "Thanks for asking."
He went to the counter and got a large glass of slushy and a paper cup of water. As he looked around, he noticed a few of his friends hanging out in the back of the truck, watching him. Iceman was there, along with Bunker and Dick. And they were all...sharing a slushy with one straw?!
"Is this what you call 'bromance?'" Tim asks.
"It's called romance, Tim," Iceman replies.
"Huh?!," Tim says. "But there aren't any girls here!"
