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Several drinks that may or may not have been alcoholic later, Conner is in the kitchen of the manor, leaning against the bar and having a slightly spaced-out conversation with a girl he's never seen before in his life. Either the Waynes have a lot of connections with people Conner doesn't know, or he's wasted and lost his entire memory. He hopes for the former.

'I gotta go find my friend,' he says to the girl, who is trying to convince Conner to become vegan with little impact.

'You keep saying that,' she says, 'and then you never actually go look for him.'

She is not wrong. Conner hasn't seen Tim for probably a few hours now. It's dark outside already.

Conner checks his phone, then remembers he's out of data, like always. Clark isn't the worst semi-parent someone could have, but he's absolutely awful at remembering regular stuff like phone bills. Conner's going to have to find a job pretty soon if he wants to uphold any idea of a social life.

'So, uh, what's your name again?' says the girl, finishing another drink.

'Conner.'

'You a Wayne boy? Hey, if you are, could you get me a scholarship? I heard Bruce Wayne just hands them out to whoever -'

Conner decides veganism is probably not for him, and makes an exit.

The manor is huge. Not Wayne Manor-huge, but pretty close. Conner finds himself in a seemingly unpenetrable maze of corridors. There seems to be music coming from everywhere, and he's stopped looking into bedrooms after the first few.

'Hey!' Someone shouts after Conner, and he spins round.

'Jason?' he says.

Jason leans against the wall, a wide grin on his face. 'Calvin, right? No. Wait. Cameron? It begins with a K. Or a C. Give me a clue?'

'It's a C.'

'Oh, I didn't mean actually give me clues. I was joking. People never tell when I'm joking, especially not Bruce. Bruce has no sense of humour. He sucks.'

Jason inhales, taking in Conner's perplexed expression, then continues. 'You're Conner, which I know because Tim is nine hundred percent gay for you and never talks about anyone else.' Jason coughs, muttering something about spiked drinks.

'Right. Okay.' Conner is painfully aware he's probably bright red. 'Uh, have you seen Tim?'

'Tim? No. Don't think so. Everyone else is in one of the living rooms. They have a massive TV. I don't have a TV in my apartment. Because Dick broke it. I told you about that, right? He put the Wii right through it and short-circuited my whole house. He's such a bad loser. I have a wine fridge, though. I bought it from Ebay. Oh wait, no I didn't.' Jason frowns. 'I think I maybe stole it? Or maybe it was Roy. I don't know.'

Conner makes an excuse and leaves Jason in the corridor, talking to nobody about gin.

Everybody does indeed seem to be in the nearest living room. He can identify pretty much all the Titans, plus a fair few of the old Titans.

'Conner! I didn't even know you were here!' Bart bounces up to Conner. Conner hugs him then discreetly takes away his drink. Bart is way too young for this sort of party.

'Anyone seen Tim?' Conner says. The room is silent.

'Great, just great,' he says, considering going back out to talk to the vegan girl.

'Come sit with us,' says Cassie, patting a beanbag. 'We're not doing much.'

Conner reluctantly sits down, sipping Bart's drink. It tastes faintly of vodka. Good job the kid has a decent metabolism.

'We should do something,' says Gar, yawning. 'This party is dead.'

'Like what?' says Kori.

'Like, party games or something. I came here for that sort of thing.'

'You're all way too young for that kind of thing,' says Dick.

'Let's play Spin the Bottle,' says Cassie, sprawling out on the thick carpet.

Several people groan.

'I'll play Spin the Bottle,' says Gar.

'Seriously?' says Raven.

'We might as well,' says Roy. 'Not like we're doing much else.'

Before Conner can make excuses, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Tim.