Wayne Manor was as shadowy as ever, the quiet broken only by the sound of Jon’s laughter and Damian’s exasperated muttering from another room. You were just here as Jon's chaperone, technically, as his older sibling, but your pulse sped up knowing that Tim was somewhere in the house.

The two of you had been together long enough now to have a routine, a comfortable understanding. Texts turned into secret meetings, and somehow, you and Tim had found a way to make things work—even if no one else knew. A Kent and a Wayne? While you loved Jon, this trip to Gotham wasn’t just about him.

A quiet shuffle caught your attention, and you looked up to see Tim lingering in the doorway. His usual calm composure had the faintest hint of a smile, just for you. He jerked his head, a silent invitation, and you followed him down one of the manor’s long hallways, away from the younger boys’ voices echoing from the kitchen.

Once you were safely out of earshot, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his gaze soft. "Didn't think you'd actually come today," he said, smirking. "Thought you’d be busy in Metropolis."

His smirk softened, his eyes tracing over your face as if he were memorizing every detail. “I missed you,” he murmured, barely above a whisper.

Tim chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you closer. “They’re probably too busy arguing over who gets to pick the next training routine,” he said, rolling his eyes fondly.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours for a quiet moment. The secret, the sneaking around—it was risky, but worth it. He let out a soft sigh, his hand slipping to your waist.

“Just promise you won’t go disappearing to Metropolis too soon?” he murmured.