Timothy's log:
September 15th. 2.13 am.
This will be one of those nights again.
I wake up, get dressed and dragged my feet through the night. I know this is not my problem, it never was. I could just ignored it. But, I couldn't shake it off.
This serial killer is out there killing people, and I felt I could help the police catch him.
Am I being in over my head? Thinking I could do this.
Stupid.
You're not a hero.
You're just wearing disguises for protection of your secret identity in your mission to find Barbara.
When did you become so attached in this "vigilante" business, Tim?
Are you on the right track?
Or have you been distracted too much by this unrelated goal of yours? Helping people?
Questions. Questions. Questions.
I hate my brain sometimes. It never stops thinking. It never stops analysing.
It's tiring me out.
Stop.
Cut it out.
Just stop.
You know you got enough leads. You know you can do this, Tim.
Stop thinking too much.
Just do it.
The people need your help. When you can deliver it, there's no reason for you not to do it.
Catch the bad guy tonight, and you can resume your investigation about your cousin's case tomorrow.
Besides, you got no new lead on that.
The least you can do is doing something meaningful, right now.
Helping people because you can.
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A Red Bird's Tale
FanfictionDC Elseworld story. Viligantism and Super powered heroes are common but still a controversial debate in the society and political setting. Meta's has just recently resurfaced to the spotlight after the second alien invasion. Timothy Drake is Robi...
