A/N: Timmy has a nice little conversation with himself inside his brain.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman. I don't own Tim Drake or any of his issues.

My name is Timothy Jackson Drake, and I'm fifteen years old.

I'm not like most kids my age for a few reasons.

1) For one thing, my Intellectual Quotient is higher than average. I'm not trying to brag. It just is.

2) Another thing is that my family is pretty wealthy, so I automatically get a lot of stuff that most kids don't.

3) Another would be my nightly escapades as dun dun dun Robin the Boy Wonder. Yeah, most kids don't consider tracking down criminals and coming within an inch of their lives at least once a week normal.

4) The fourth major factor is my apparent inability to communicate like a normal person.

Number four really bothers me.

Now, I know that I'm just one of the many people with this problem. The thing is that those people are generally labeled socially, mentally, or functionally challenged or just shy.

I don't think I'm shy or challenged in any medical sense. I just feel uncomfortable around people.

I know. It's ridiculous.

'Tim, how can you be uncomfortable around people?'

'Well, you see, other portion of my mind that I'm talking to because I'm lonely, when I'm by myself, I'm in my comfort zone. I can think properly and relax. However, when someone else walks into the room, I go into a mental defensive mode. It's like how, as Robin, I ease into a fighting stance when I become aware of another's presence.'

'So, you get ready to fight someone when he or she walks into your room asking to borrow a cup of sugar?'

'No, it's not like that. It's…Wait, why would someone think I have sugar in my room?'

'I'm just trying to understand here.'

'You already understand! You're me!'

'Well, maybe I don't understand because you don't understand.'

'What? I understand.'

'No, you don't, Timmy. You're an idiot.'

'Be quiet.'

'I am quiet. This conversation is in your head, remember?'

'It is? I mean…Of course I remember that! Anyway, I shouldn't even be talking to myself!'

'You're not talking to yourself. You're thinking to yourself.'

(Tim throws a bunch of papers off of his desk, stands up, and starts screaming.)


"Tim, what was that?"

"Uh…Nothing, Dad."

A/N: I'm not trying to criticize anyone who actually has conversations inside of his or her head. I do it all the time!