Tim Drake, otherwise known as the current Robin, not only happens to be a super-genius, but he also happens to be a total and utter softie when it comes to you.

Tim had met you about a year ago. It was actually a pretty hilarious story. Him and Bruce had been patrolling, and you had snuck out of the house to go walk around the city— even though nothing happened, it was a stupid thing to do— I mean, it's Gotham.

When you had been strolling around your neighborhood, everything had been fine until Tim popped out from an alleyway and scared the life out of you. You still remember the sheepish and guilty smile spread across his lips when he asked if you were okay.

But since then, you just kept running into him.

And...eventually, he found where you lived, and he started sneaking out in uniform to come talk to you at your window, and eventually that led to you two getting together. Then, that led to him telling you who he really was— Tim Drake— and you being able to see him much more often than just when he was in uniform.

Your relationship was great. You couldn't ask for anything more. Tim was sweet— not chalant, but not quite nonchalant, either. While his love languages were acts of service and words of affirmation, he was a sucker for cuddles.

Speaking of which, you were currently at the Wayne manor with Tim. You already knew about the fact that Bruce was Batman, and you swore not to tell. You were laying in bed with Tim as he leeches onto you with his face buried into your neck. Tim let out a content hum, his eyes peacefully shut.

"Hm...Don't move..."

Tim murmurs in a drowsy voice.