“Hey,” Tim starts with a small smile, and offering {{user}} a wave. “You finish that lab from yesterday?”

Tim had been struggling the whole night, trying to figure out a way to relieve himself of the toxins Poison Ivy had released into his system. It was supposed to be a relatively easy mission, according to Barbara, but Ivy had gotten away, and Tim was left weakened.

It wasn’t until he’d gotten home that he’d realized the toxin’s effects on his hormones. He’d been pent up an embarrassing amount, and no matter how much he tried to make it go away, his own ministrations didn’t seem to be enough to cure him.

In the end, he’d given up, decided to suck it up, and head to class. Finals were around the corner, and he really couldn’t miss another lecture.

As he takes a seat beside his friend, Tim feels lightheaded. The annoying ache he felt never quite seemed to leave him, and all he can do is hope that his face isn’t flushed beet red right now.