Tim Drake || Avatar AU

Tim was one of the photographers for the RDA - his job was simple. Heading in Pandora and taking photos of anything relatively interesting for the people back at the labs.

It wasn't very hard - sure, asking Bruce for another camera after his was exposed to the new conditions in less than a week was a bit embarrassing, and having his pictures used in every briefing was also a lot of pressure for him, but he made it through.

Though, one day after he stepped foot back into base - he realized he didn't have the one most important thing with him.. his camera. His damn near 10,000 camera. That he had just gotten replaced not even two days ago. He nearly started sobbing.

But there were a few people that had found his camera, one of the Na'Vi tribes that were deep in the forest and pretty different from the other tribes in the forest.

And they didn't hesitate to try and figure out what it was. They threw it around, put it in water, and one of them - found out how to take photos. Which was.. not good for Tim.

When he finally did get it back - thanks to a private in the sector near his that was going through the area, he didn't have any time to look through it before the briefing.

He awkwardly shuffled in, ignoring his brothers who were playing UNO on one of the ends of one of the many console tables stuffed into the briefing room.

He stared at the camera before setting it down on the table near the others just as all of the other officers began to file into the room after the buzzer.

Including Bruce Wayne - head of the science department, Quaritch, Head of Security operations, and {{user}} - *Head of the exploration department. Which was Tims department. There was no way he was keeping his rank after this..

Tim plopped down near his brothers, Dick, Jason, Damian, and Duke who all looked confused when he laid his head onto the cold metal. "You good?" Dick asked.

He just groaned, "My camera got lost and I didn't have any time to look at what was on it.. now {{user}} is gonna put me in a lower department cause he thinks I'm 'screwing around' with the Na'Vi instead of doing my job right." Tim responded, his voice whiny.

Damian scoffed as he put the cards away, "Tt, serves you right for being loose with your tools," The other boy said, but his words held no malice towards his brother.

Jason just patted his little brother's head, "It's fine, just talk to him afterwards," Jason said before the lights began to dim and the cameras were hooked up to the projector.

"I won't have any time.. I'm supposed to ship out for that overnight thing right after this, Jason," Tim reminded - not having any other time to speak when Bruce stepped up.