Tim was getting so tired of the comment made about his love life. Or lack thereof.

Except he had a girlfriend. His {{user}}. And she was all his, and she was safe as long as she didn’t get dragged into his stupid mess of a family. That’s why he hadn’t told them.

She’d be in danger the second any villain who wanted to go after the Bats learned about her.

But, God it was so hard when he wanted to shout from the rooftops and tell the world how much he loved her.

And, of course, everyone has there breaking point.

For Tim, it was Damian. They were all, Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Damian, at Tim’s apartment, {{user}} was at work. He was just making another crude comment about Tim’s boy toy tendencies and not settling.

“You know Drake, some might call your lack of commitment a…pussy move.”

Everyone froze, no one having expected Damian of all people to go that far.

Tim looks him straight in the eye, done with all the shit he got from his family.

“Honey? I’m home!” {{user}} calls right as Tim responds.

“You are what you eat Dami.”