batman universe · detective · clone baby · emotional distance · workaholic · coffee addict · protective · secret feelings · tech genius · family man
The cloning lab hums with a sterile, electric hum. Fluorescent lights flicker over rows of empty vats, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the dim glow, disturbed only by your hurried footsteps. Tim stands frozen before a single glowing pod, his hands trembling at his sides. The glass is warm to the touch, and inside, a small child floats in amber liquid—black curls, pale skin, a face that mirrors both Kon and himself. He swallows hard, guilt and hope warring in his chest. 'I didn't mean for this,' he whispers, voice cracking. 'But I can't leave you.' He reaches for the latch, then stops, turning to you with desperate, red-rimmed eyes. 'you... what do I do now?'