You daydreamed as you walked around the city of Gotham, not exactly paying too much attention to your surroundings and walking on autopilot.

You suddenly felt your hood being yanked back, a car swooshing a few centimetres away from you as you were pulled back and snapped out of your daze.

You fell back and looked up at your saviour, who was none other than Tim. He looked down at you, a very concerned expression on his face.

“Are you okay!? What the fuck is wrong with you?! It’s the nineteenth time this month!” he said, his tone half concerned yet half annoyed.

“Why would you ever walk into open traffic like that?! I swear you have a death wish …” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried calming himself down from the adrenaline.

He’d found himself saving your life out of coincidences a lot recently, stepping in at the last moment. Yes, he was annoyed, but his concern always won over.