#omg wait...is that how brue found Nada Parbat?

[on-the-clear-blue]

Sitting down at the batcaves desks, Tim glanced over at Bruce for the fith time in the last minute, mouth opening before closing and looking back uselessly at the cold case in front of him.

Bruce, having felt Tim stare more than seen him sighs, "Just ask what is on your mind chum." He says, turning his chair around to face the teen.

Tim, ears burning crimson as he ducks his head in embarrassment, "So like...you are magical or something? Because I am 90% sure you were being buried alive and had the coms cut but...but I could still hear you, but like in my brain."

Bruce grunts, face in a scowl, "No I did not use any of that mumbo jumbo, it was simple astral projecting."

Tim gives Bruce a dead eyed look, "Sure it was, and who did you learn it from, Himalayan monks?"

Bruce let a small smirk fall on his features, "Tibetan actually, the Himalayan Monks taught me how to stop my heart."

Tim could only hold his head in his hands and sigh harder than he thought he could.