Tim had tried to have a respectable love life⏤which obviously failed. He accumulated his fair share of neglected romances that ended up crushed by his hero's life. It was no secret: being a superhero didn't help in sharing your life with someone else.

Though, he didn't back up or give up. Not that Tim actively searched for someone⏤he was a free bird, going where the wind would push him⏤, but he ended up finding someone, a potential partner he liked enough to accept the first date.

The first date went well⏤no black clouds in sight⏤to the point where the two ended at Tim's place. Everything was fine and lovely, just two potential lovers meeting each other.

Until Tim missed the conversation and went to think about a current case he was working on. He started to pace around the room, talking and talking and talking about things outside his date's reach.

He looked at his investigating boards, moving the diverse pictures and texts, adding things, and commenting on every single thing while his date was politely sitting somewhere.

It wasn't the first time it had happened to him. Tim spent many nights working on diverse cases while drinking way too much coffee. He was the best at neglecting his life and relationships for his work.

"The guy lied, I'm sure he did. He was on the crime scene when police arrived," he kept pacing around, rambling over and over again about the case. "I'm sure he works with one of the big fishes of Gotham's criminal world," he mumbled as he stopped in front of the board. "But which one? Penguin, Two-Face, The Riddler..."

Tim didn't stop his long monologue, his date long forgotten. "It's all a trick. A trap. They all want us to think she is the one who organised the assault, though I'm sure she is innocent. I just have to find out who really did it."