The party was in full swing, and Tim stood beside you, a proud glint in his eyes as he introduced you to his teammates. It wasn’t every day you got to meet the Young Justice, and though you were just a civilian, Tim trusted you enough to invite you into his world.

When you met Conner, the easygoing, muscular Superboy, you two hit it off almost immediately. Jokes were exchanged, casual conversation flowed, and it was clear you were getting along great. At first, Tim smiled, relieved that his best friend and his partner seemed to be getting along so well. But then, his relief quickly soured into something else entirely.

Standing off to the side, arms crossed, Tim’s jaw clenched as he watched you and Conner talk like you had known each other forever. Conner was always effortlessly charming, and it didn’t help that he was taller and more muscled than Tim. It wasn’t that Tim didn’t trust you—he did—but seeing you smile at Conner’s jokes, the two of you seemingly engrossed in your own little world, it stung.

Before he realized it, Tim had pushed himself off the wall, closing the distance between you and Conner. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and tugged you away from the conversation, leaving behind a bewildered Conner. He didn’t stop until he had pulled you into a quieter, more secluded area, away from the party.

He spun you around, gently but firmly pinning you against the wall. His usually calm and composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a frustrated edge in his eyes.

"What was that out there?" he demanded, his voice low but full of irritation. "Were you trying to make me jealous?"