[ Sometime after Tim starts drinking, he goes to find Jon Kent. He’s not drunk but he’s trying to keep himself to a level of annoyingly buzzed.

Being neither a heavy nor frequently drinker, he has overshot the mark. There’s a slur threatening the edges of his words and he’s markedly looser than normal. ]

Hey. I didn’t know what to get you for Christmas.

[ It’s abruptly apologetic. Jon’s Damian’s friend after all, not Tim’s, so it shouldn’t be a shock that he’s empty-handed, except for his own personal rum bottle. ]

After the party, if you want better security on your phone or your computer - let me take care of it.