It had been a while since he last had to use public transportation of any kind let alone to fly.
He looked out from the second story window, he didn't realize he was so low to the ground.
Airports, Tim learned, were strange places.
It was like time didnt exist.
His uncomfortable plastic chair,
His stale sharp black coffee,
The smell of luggage and jet fuel.
No one seemed to notice.
And if they did, they surely didn't care.
He laughed at the thought of his youngest brother.
He doubted Damian had ever been in an airport.
He let out a quiet chuckle to himself.
He missed his family.
But he would see them soon.
But for now, he drowned out the sound of plastic wheels on tile floors, security checks beeping,
engines starting in the not so far distance
and mindless unrecognizable chatter of the few people around him at 3:45 am,
with the soft beat of his headphones.
He took in the smell of old carpet, cleaning products and assorted foods.
The smell of coffee and cinnamon.
And cold tile.
Everything was asleep.
But everyone was awake.
He heard the muffled sound of an intercome, flooding his thoughts, and got up to board his flight.
He laughed again when he stepped onto the plane.
Damian had definitely never been on a public plane.
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Bat-Boy one shots (I dont own the pictures or characters just the stories)
Fanfictiondistriptions and poetry of Gotham and different aspects of our favorite bird boys and short stories. <3 This is my first watpad story..thing.. so let me know if you like it AND if you have any ideas for me to write about. SOME OF THEM ARE SHORT
