Tim pulled another box out of the back of his beater car. Being inconspicuous sucked. He grunted under the weight of the server filled box and moved as quickly as he could to the door. Which wasn't fast as hampered as he was. He shimmied through the doorway, awkwardly with a large box, before gratefully putting it on the floor with a relieved breath.
With a sharp exhale the twenty-nine year old stood up and rubbed his back. This was a second day of moving in to his new apartment. It wasn't on the cheap side. Nor was it upscale. It was just right to blend into obscurity and to not make Tim want to take a shower every time he entered. Though it did mean that more people were watching him as he moved in. Which was the reason for doing it in a junker and without calling attention to his extremely advanced computer systems.
Tim finished rubbing his back and went to grab another box. Moving all his things was making him feel old. And he wasn't, not when he wasn't even thirty yet. He was only in his late twenties. With all the physical lifting combined with Stephanie breaking up with him, and the case he and Jason were working on for Damian, he was just tired.
Tim placed the final box inside and kicked the door closed behind him. Now it was another five floors up to his apartment. At least this place had a working elevator. Tim propped open said elevator with one of the boxes and began to shift his load.
Nearly a hour later all the boxes were safely sequestered away in his apartment and his car parked in the proper spot. Tim had shelled out extra money to have a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. He didn't want anyone who came over casually to see his computer system. It was his baby and it would raise uncomfortable questions. And when you're an illegal hacker/vigilante, questions aren't welcomed.
Tim locked the door and flopped down on his love seat. Tim didn't have any recliners, only sofas. He'd rather sprawl than lean back. His restful moment was interrupted by his pocket vibrating. He fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen. A text from Stephanie.
Tim closed his eyes and sighed, letting the cell drop on the cushion next to him. He couldn't deal with Stephanie right now. They had decided to not try a long distance relationship. Or rather, she decided an Tim let her go. But she still wanted to be friends. Tim didn't know if he could. He still loved her. He had loved her since hey had gotten together in High School.
Tim's phone buzzed again. And again. On the third time he grabbed it once more, ready to toss it across the room if it was Stephanie. Instead he saw a miss call from Damian. Tim quickly called the man back.
"Wayne." Damian's voice was sharp in Tim's ear.
"Drake actually." Tim said casually. "You called?"
Tim and Damian had a long relationship. Even before they officially meet each other. The Drake and Wayne family ran in the same circles. Tim and seen Damian around long before they actually socialized. When Tim's parents had passed when he was in his young teens and he became a ward of the state, he saw less of the Waynes. He did receive a marriage announcement for Thomas Wayne. By that time Damian had fallen out of the social circle.
In the years that followed Tim began hacking and making a reputation for himself under the Alias Red Robin. He didn't name himself after the bird, or the restaurant chain. But rather the song by Harry Wood. According to his mother it had been her mother's favorite song. And for years it was his lullaby. Now it honors her memory.
"Are you up?" Damian was never very chatty. Tim knew Damian wasn't asking him if he was awake or even making a innuendo. Rather he was asking about Tim's computer system. Which wasn't finished being reassembled yet. At least he had all his parts now.
"In another hour." Tim replied after a second of mental calculation.
There was a grunt at the other end of the line. An unhappy sound. "Then get working."
Tim flinched, almost as if Damian could see him not working. Thankfully he was saved a response when Wayne hung up. The man sighed and peeled himself off the comfy sofa.
With a sharp exhale the twenty-nine year old stood up and rubbed his back. This was a second day of moving in to his new apartment. It wasn't on the cheap side. Nor was it upscale. It was just right to blend into obscurity and to not make Tim want to take a shower every time he entered. Though it did mean that more people were watching him as he moved in. Which was the reason for doing it in a junker and without calling attention to his extremely advanced computer systems.
Tim finished rubbing his back and went to grab another box. Moving all his things was making him feel old. And he wasn't, not when he wasn't even thirty yet. He was only in his late twenties. With all the physical lifting combined with Stephanie breaking up with him, and the case he and Jason were working on for Damian, he was just tired.
Tim placed the final box inside and kicked the door closed behind him. Now it was another five floors up to his apartment. At least this place had a working elevator. Tim propped open said elevator with one of the boxes and began to shift his load.
Nearly a hour later all the boxes were safely sequestered away in his apartment and his car parked in the proper spot. Tim had shelled out extra money to have a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. He didn't want anyone who came over casually to see his computer system. It was his baby and it would raise uncomfortable questions. And when you're an illegal hacker/vigilante, questions aren't welcomed.
Tim locked the door and flopped down on his love seat. Tim didn't have any recliners, only sofas. He'd rather sprawl than lean back. His restful moment was interrupted by his pocket vibrating. He fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen. A text from Stephanie.
Tim closed his eyes and sighed, letting the cell drop on the cushion next to him. He couldn't deal with Stephanie right now. They had decided to not try a long distance relationship. Or rather, she decided an Tim let her go. But she still wanted to be friends. Tim didn't know if he could. He still loved her. He had loved her since hey had gotten together in High School.
Tim's phone buzzed again. And again. On the third time he grabbed it once more, ready to toss it across the room if it was Stephanie. Instead he saw a miss call from Damian. Tim quickly called the man back.
"Wayne." Damian's voice was sharp in Tim's ear.
"Drake actually." Tim said casually. "You called?"
Tim and Damian had a long relationship. Even before they officially meet each other. The Drake and Wayne family ran in the same circles. Tim and seen Damian around long before they actually socialized. When Tim's parents had passed when he was in his young teens and he became a ward of the state, he saw less of the Waynes. He did receive a marriage announcement for Thomas Wayne. By that time Damian had fallen out of the social circle.
In the years that followed Tim began hacking and making a reputation for himself under the Alias Red Robin. He didn't name himself after the bird, or the restaurant chain. But rather the song by Harry Wood. According to his mother it had been her mother's favorite song. And for years it was his lullaby. Now it honors her memory.
"Are you up?" Damian was never very chatty. Tim knew Damian wasn't asking him if he was awake or even making a innuendo. Rather he was asking about Tim's computer system. Which wasn't finished being reassembled yet. At least he had all his parts now.
"In another hour." Tim replied after a second of mental calculation.
There was a grunt at the other end of the line. An unhappy sound. "Then get working."
Tim flinched, almost as if Damian could see him not working. Thankfully he was saved a response when Wayne hung up. The man sighed and peeled himself off the comfy sofa.
