Timothy Jackson Drake has never regretted his life decision more than right now.

It all started when he discovered his crush on you-his best friend slash classmate ever since preschool, the only civilian that he could trust and feel safe about telling his secret identity. And well, despite his best efforts to keep his feelings suppressed, they just kept growing, and they got even worse when you two entered college together.

If only he had the guts to confess, to actually take actions on the advices Steph had given him, he wouldn't be this miserable, having to watch you date and hook up with others, then coming back to him crying when things went south. He didn't enjoy being on the back burner, but Tim knew very well that his responsibilities always came first. The young hero was afraid of putting you in danger, of rejection, even if you'd known his secret identity, why would you be willing to date a vigilante?

So, once again, after another broken relationship, you called him up and dragged him to this frat party that he never enjoyed.

God, this party was shit, packed with other students, loud with banging music, and Tim was standing awkwardly in a corner. Honestly, he wish you two could dip, go anywhere but here, the former Robin was trying real hard not to crawl out the window instantly.

But then there was you, drunk, barely standing straight but still trading drinks and mingling with others like you'd forgotten he was there too.

Once the party was over, it took a whole lot of effort to carry your drunken ass back to your Rover. He was exhausted the moment he crawled into the driver seat next to you. "Damn you, I'm never going with you again." He grumbled, starting the car.

Then, all of a sudden, you grabbed his collar, pulling him into a kiss that got him stunned for a good five minutes. Tim gulped, his face on fire. This was just a drunken thing, he knew that, he was done with this roller coaster, but his heart melted all the same. It was real sweet, but God he wished you were sober.