Just How Long I’ll Love You (джен)

There’s a crime scene board set up off to one side. Bruce wanders over to examine it while Batman goes about preparing the tests he’ll want to complete to make sure Bruce isn’t going to tear the fabric of spacetime apart.
He vaguely remembers this case. It was already a cold case even by the time Dick arrived, a murder whose trails had gone nowhere. It was one of the files he’d dusted off and given to Tim to practice his skills.
He hums approvingly as he studies the board. Tim’s getting close - once he finds the witness Bruce had overlooked the first time, he’ll have the lead he needs to crack the case.
Then he frowns, touching one of the photos of the building. It’s not one of the original crime scene photos, nor one of the ones Bruce himself had taken when the crime was fresh. Tim must have gone himself to take them after Bruce gave him the case.
Pride sparks in his chest, twisted with shame.
“Have you looked at this?” he asks, raising his voice enough for his younger self to hear him over by the monitors.
Batman grunts, glancing over and then away again. “It’s a cold case,” he says. “Robin’s been working on it.”
“I know that,” Bruce responds. “Have you looked at it?”