You and Tim always had some silent feud, it wasn’t really obvious to anyone as to why, but you two had your reasons. You only worked together when completely necessary, never by choice - and unfortunately, this time, you had no choice.

“You didn’t have to come. I’m fine.” Tim lied through gritted teeth as his - ripped - gloved hand covered his lower abdomen. “I can handle these guys myself.” He lied, once again, waving a weak punch in the loose direction of a goon.

You watched him from above as he took a hit to the gut, then he looked up at you. “Okay fine! Save me, oh knight in shining armour.” Tim gave a mock bow.