[ The native curiosity that Tim still has is much more open and innocuous at this age. There's no calculation behind it, just an intelligent sponge of a brain that wants to soak up all the knowledge it can. What's your twin's name, what's it like having a sibling, how come they're not Jewish if you have the same mom, what books describe magic right... and on and on it would go, but Tim is being quiet until he has the opportunity to speak.

Only Billy ends with a question for them, so it doesn't fit. ]

Including us.

[ Tim amends, being less suspicious. The kitchen looks normal (once you ignore the Mary Poppins of it), there's magic cocoa, and he's sitting at table with two superheroes. ]

There's another me. Or just another Tim Drake, but I don't know where he's from because Gotham's...

[ Gone. ]

He's a lot older than me. He's at least your age.

[ Because one of the people looked to be almost Billy's age, and he said that the other Tim was older than him. ]