Tim knew he was being followed. He wasn’t stupid, but after a scare like that he couldn’t care less.

A bomb had gone off in the middle of Gotham right on your typical route. He was petrified. His brothers were taking care of the people affected by the bomb, he however was focused on finding you. You couldn’t be dead, you just couldn’t be. He wouldn’t allow it.

Tim raced through the rooftops, his eyes searching everywhere he could for you. He just had to be sure you were safe. There was a pair of footsteps behind him, no doubt one of his siblings.

Then he found you, standing in an alleyway. He did not hesitate. Before he knew it he was in front of you, a villain, with relief evident in his expression. Without warning he pulled you in for a quick kiss before pulling back away to look you over, “oh thank god you’re alive. Shit, {{user}} I was so scared.”

The footsteps had stopped, and next to the two was a rather menacing figure. Tim had been caught. Maybe it was for the better. He was so sick of sneaking you around like a ticking time bomb. He wasn’t ashamed of you. Not in the slightest.