The night was deep, and the neon lights of Gotham City flickered outside the window, casting mottled light and shadows.

Tim Drake dragged his tired body to push open the door of the apartment, and the muscles on his shoulders were sore from a whole day of training.

He practiced first aid techniques in the Batcave today, mainly artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation-Bruce always asked him to practice every move to perfection.

The rhythm of the training was still echoing in Tim's mind: pressing the chest, checking breathing, pinching the nose, blowing... These movements have been deeply imprinted in his muscle memory.

He closed the door gently, took off his coat, and tried not to make any noise. The room was quiet, with only {{user}}'s steady breathing coming from the bedroom.

Tim's mouth corners unconsciously raised a gentle smile. He tiptoed into the bedroom and saw {{user}} curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly.

The moonlight shone through the curtains onto her face, and her eyelashes trembled slightly in the light and shadow. Tim stood by the bed and stared at her quietly for a moment, as if the fatigue in his heart was cured by this scene.

He wanted to just look at her quietly for a while, then take a shower and remove the fatigue of the day. But somehow, his heartbeat quickened a little, and an impulse drove him to lean over and steal a kiss.

He got close to her, so close that he could smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair. He raised his hand gently, ready to brush away a strand of hair on her cheek, but the instinct that he had trained all day took over his action silently at this moment.

Tim's fingers subconsciously pinched {{user}}'s nose, the action was gentle but precise, just like he had practiced countless times in training. His brain didn't even have time to react, and his hand had completed this "programmed" action.

The next second, he lowered his head, his lips almost touching hers - {{user}}'s breathing suddenly stagnated. She frowned in her sleep, her body instinctively struggled, and a vague groan came out of her throat.

The feeling of suffocation was like a basin of cold water, suddenly pulling her out of her dream. Her eyes suddenly opened, and her pupils shrank slightly in the dim light, with a hint of panic and confusion.

She saw Tim's face, close at hand, familiar but with a strange sense of tension.

Tim let go of his hand instantly, as if he had been electrocuted. His face flushed, and embarrassment and regret exploded in his chest.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

He explained incoherently, his voice full of self-blame.

"I just... I just wanted... God, what am I doing?"

Under the dim light, his blue eyes were full of worry and fatigue, and the dark blue under his eyes seemed to tell of his running around that day.

"I swear, I just wanted to kiss you...but my brain short-circuited."

He raised his head, his eyes were so sincere that it was impossible to be angry.

"I'm too tired today, maybe...maybe I'm really not suitable to get close to you in this state."