Can be read as a stand-alone story or apart of the ongoing story. It really doesn't matter

Tim Drake's story to the Displaced 'verse in the comic world. (As opposed to YJ).

Takes place directly after the end of the Red Robin comic series on goes on from there.

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~ Prologue ~

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It amazed Tim each and every second of the day how far things had come in just a few short years.

If you had told him back during his tenure as Robin that in the future things would be as they were now, that things would have changed so very much, he would have sent you on your way to a padded cell.

He never could have imagined, after how horridly things had started, that he would be living in a top floor penthouse with the Red Hood, playing Oracle to their band of merry men, and women, instead of running across rooftops at Bruce or Dick's side.

That he would be pressed against Jason's side, tucked under his arm, with a cheek against the man's chest as they watched some old action flick he was paying little attention to.

If you would have told him anything of these things he'd have thought you crazy.

But now that was his reality.

He took pleasure in being cuddled up against the man's massive form, breathing in the strong aroma of leather, gun powder, and sweat that was Jason's own unique scent. He didn't care how they got there, just that he was content with things as they were.

Even if Jason's choices in films were a far cry from his personal interests, he loved their movie nights, and found himself looking forward to them no matter how often or seldom they occurred. He simply enjoyed being at his side, knowing that for at least a little while, things were calm, everyone was safe, and that he could let his worry slip away for just a time.

Tonight Sasha was joining them, something that he had become accustomed to over time. The girl lay against the other end of the couch, draped over the arm with her feet atop Jason' thigh. He had grown to enjoy her presence early on much to his surprise. Their age gap was not very large, and they had some common interests. She had warmed up to him as soon as she had known where he stood in Jason's eyes. More surprising was how she and Pru had bonded over time, becoming just as close as Steph and Kara were; although he suspected that they were slowly moving towards the type of relationship Steph and Cassandra had built up.

They would likely never admit it though, so unless he caught them on feed one of these days, it would remain speculation… but that was a curiosity for another time.

Tim let his eyes drift shut as Jason's hand slipped into hair, carding through it gently, and he pressed himself closer, burying his face into the man's shirt.

No… he didn't care about how much things had changed, or how they had managed to get where they were, he was simply content to be where he was at that very moment.