The next part. I’m just sort of making this up as I go. haha. Anyway, Tim is leaving.

(still rated PG)

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The station is cold.

Tim is perched on a bench waiting for his escape of Gotham. He figures a train is less abrasive to a baby. Also, there’s something romantic about running away on a train, Tim thinks.

His child, Jack, is sleeping in a stroller. Tim stares down lovingly at his technically new born child. “We’re almost gone, Jackie.”

Tim is leaving no trace of what he’s done. He’s leaving no trace of where he has gone. Where he is going.

The train arrives on time. He boards and goes to his seat in coach. He notes how interesting it’ll be to be ordinary. Jack is cooing with his eyes open.

Tim is a ghost, and Jack doesn’t exist.

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It’s hard at first. Tim is smart, but Babies are confusing. Tim finds himself mostly curious about raising Jack. Every reaction the baby has intrigues Tim. He’s never taken care of a child before. Every day is interesting.

Tim settles on a small town in North Carolina.

He steps off the train and feels the crisp mountain air. Since it’s a small town, the stop for the station is outdoors. Stepping onto the small wooden platform Tim looks around. He watches the families being united. He looks at Jack. Jack yawns and, in a moment, is asleep.

Before he left, Tim closed all his bank accounts associated with Bruce Wayne. He took out the money he made on his own…from work and random investments. It’s a small fortune. It’s enough.

He buys a small house from an old man. Old and white, the house is in a field and positioned towards the sunset. The porch creaks, in a comforting way. The house has a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. Tim sets the house up for his new life.

He’s only 17. He knows how crazy this is. But he isn’t alone. Jack is with him.

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I’ll post more later. <3

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