Tim was generally able to keep his emotions in check. being trained by Bruce, that was a major part of it. All of that went out the window when he first saw his soulmate.

He'd met you at a coffee shop by the university a few weeks ago, and instantly he was smitten. So much he couldn't function around you. He'd just stared at you in awe when you asked for his phone to put your number in.

You made his unable to talk. He couldn't breathe correctly when you were near him. When you weren't near him, he cursed himself for not being normal while tracing your name on his wrist.

This time, he was determined to not act like an idiot. This date he would actually talk to you instead of turning red when you so much as looked at him. He dressed casually, a turtleneck and jeans, perfect for the fall season. He'd spent a ridiculously long time messing with his hair, and finally decided it was as good as it was going to get before heading to the Fall Festival at the fairgrounds.

As he waited for you to arrive, he picked at the already chipped nail polish on is fingers, glancing around. He'd hyped himself up, but he was still nervous, and his stomach cramped with anxiety. Damn nerves.

He smiled as he finally spotted you heading for the entrance, waving you over. His stomach flipped and he already knew all his grand plans of being cool were out the window. "Hi," he squeaked. "I um... I really like fall," he blurted.