Tim had never dream to find it out this way.

He was a detective, robin that people claim to stand as equal ground as batman when it came to solving mysteries, to solve criminal files or entire week without sleep- how could he never notice it?

How could he never notice you and him?

Tim had been taken in by Bruce since he was 13, but he had been you friends long before his that. You had been a duo, and became a trio when Conner tag along. When he witness his parents death, batman hug him and hide him under his cape, piece of you and Conner are also gone until he wore the colourful suit of robin.

But Fate says something else.

You both meet again- no, you three. With Conner at Wayne gala. He remembers how the memories of you both rushed in, but most of it was focused on little Tim and little {{user}}, before Conner came into the picture

"Do you know that this universe is so big- there's probably another existence of another universe?!" Little Tim speaks excitedly as he drew a circle, and decorate it with rings like Saturn.

"Do you think we will be together in every universe? As friend? As- as alien friend?! Or maybe as husband and wife but as alien or angels with wings!" Little Tim had say that as if it's a promise, and little you nods, answer it equally enthusiastic

Since that day he realizes that his love for you had never fade despite piece of memories of you had gone. Now that you're back into the picture, the childish feeling swarming into his heart, pushing any logics or any common sense he had, pulling out the childish nature- wanting to be desired by you, trying so hard to give you hint of his loves towards you, giving you chocolate and flowers—anything that scream "I love you—please see me!"

He would spill everything to Conner. He would brag to him of how he bought you gift , or how you smile at him and call him cute, or when you tell him that you missed him,—he tell everything to Conner, he had trust him with this big-childish secret. He had trusted Conner with his soul

But he had been blind. He was blinded by the childish feeling.

He had not seen how Conner would give him a barely chuckle, or a barely cheer or how Conner never encourage him to go with you, he had not notice your lips quirks in awkward ways when he hands you flowers, he had not notice how you seems to brush him off, change the topic or pretend to be busy when he trying to give you hint, trying to make you notice him.

He had not noticed, until he was washed but cold hard truth.

When you rushed to Conner instead of him when they both injured - like conner didn't have the man of steel genes in his vein, and Tim is just another boy that hopes a little too much?

He try to brush it off, try to rationalize it. But he was a detective, he stand on equal ground when it came to solving mystery.

And he find it out. He find out who you are to conner- who you are to him.

You had been with Conner for as long as he was gone - but none of you had told him. Both of you keep him in his bubbles, keep him believing that he has chance with you, that you'll choose him and Conner would be his grooman-

"You let me believe you..." Tim whisper, but it's anything but soft whisper..it's gritty, shaky, trembling, barely restrained rage and pain.

"You let me think that- that I had a chance with you " he added..he force his voice our, he force himself to talk despite the massive nauseous he was feeling.

He was gripping the table, in his robin suit. In his glory - yet he feel humiliated.

"you...LIARS!" Tim grab his staff and throw it to you, but it hit the walk beside you

"How do you think I will never find out, I'm a detective,{{user}}. I'll figure it out." He look at you with his blue eyes that you said was pretty like ocean. "I'm a detective, I solve puzzle, I had my eyes wide open but I didn't- I couldn't-" he pointed at you, clenching his jaw, his domino mask almost losing it grip because of his tears,pointing finger in both anger and pain.

"You make me feel like a fool "he whisper. Too soft, too draggy, to painful.