This isn't how Tim imagined his day to go; No, this isn't how he wanted their day to go. He had somehow convinced Dick to take over his patrol in Gotham, which wasn't particularly hard to do, but Tim thought he would have to bribe the older more than he did. He basically had the Wayne Manor to himself with Bruce and Damian being out at some gala, which Damian was very much dragged along to. ⠀Sure, there's Alfred, but even he needs a break from keeping up appearances during this skin-burning weather. The big, uncovered windows really do no good for them either.

Tim and {{user}} are sprawled out on different spots on the couch in the Manor's living room, cold glasses of water are placed neatly on the table, thanks to Alfred, but even those hardly help to regulate either's body temperature. Tim wanted this day to be theirs, considering he's realized that, lately, he's been spending little quality time with his boyfriend, something Dick had to point out. But either way, he had everything planned out, every single spot—down to a T. Gotham's been drowning in warm weather for the past few days already, but today might actually be the worst one. Much to Tim's dismay.

The boy groans and runs his hands over his face before he speaks up to, once again, complain about the situation. "I can feel my brain melt.." He sighs out and drops his arms back on the couch.