Anybody could tell by the way Tim looked at you that he was way in over his head; he didn't talk about it a lot, but that didn't stop his siblings from trying.

You and Tim sat at the top of a building, overlooking the grimy streets of Gotham. Maybe not looking at the streets per se – more like into each other's eyes.

A crackle chirped in your ears, surprising the two of you. So much so that you bumped heads, leaving an ache that spread throughout your body.

"Tim? How are things?"