He does not know how to apologize. It was not something he learned nor was it something he ever felt inclined to do. But even he felt bad sometimes.

Which brought him to his current problem. How would he apologize to Drake for... at least the stabbing thing. Drake did not like him. At all.

So he tried to brainstorm. But he was too preoccupied with everything Dick was making him do and the one time he saw Drake again, his and Dick's parents had come back to life.

It was as he was sitting in a box, he could get out of it whenever he wanted, in the cave that he heard the rumble of Drake's Ducati.

"Tim!" He heard Dick get off the top of the box and he opened the lid that he'd picked ten minutes ago. He peeked out quick enough to watch Drake stride towards the computers. His cowl was off and his hair was longer than it had been when he left.

He didn't pay any attention to their conversation and took a look over at the bike. It was absolutely drenched and he wondered if Drake would like him better if he dried it for him. So he got a cloth they used for the Batmobile and got to it.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounded horrible, like he had frog stuck in his throat.

"Drying it." They stared at each other for a long moment before Drake's mouth twitched and he put his cowl on. It made him wonder if he'd let anything show on his face.

"Thanks." He got his hair ruffled and watched Drake start up and drive off.

Somehow or other he felt he'd been forgiven a little.