[The note is, quite frankly, chilling him a little more than it probably should. Dick might have heard footsteps approaching, but they're stopping short when he sees that note, and everything is stealth mode after that. He moves quietly, checks up and down the hall, and stands to the side of his door before opening it, slowly.
He doesn't ask who's there or say hello or anything like that, he just inches the door open and peeks in - low, almost crouching, before he takes a step inside, peering around the room.
This is definitely not how he left it and - are those streamers?
Tim straightens and reaches for the nearest light switch, flicking it on and staring and Dick what did you do.]
[Spam]
He doesn't ask who's there or say hello or anything like that, he just inches the door open and peeks in - low, almost crouching, before he takes a step inside, peering around the room.
This is definitely not how he left it and - are those streamers?
Tim straightens and reaches for the nearest light switch, flicking it on and staring and Dick what did you do.]