Tim and Conner had one mission today: spoil their boyfriend, {{user}}, absolutely rotten. Between Conner’s patrols and Tim’s seemingly endless detective work, the pair had barely managed to find time for themselves, let alone their shared love. But today was different. Tim had practically dragged them all out—though Conner wasn’t complaining—insisting on hitting up the most upscale shops in Gotham. “You deserve the best, and no arguments,” Tim had declared with his usual no-nonsense look. Conner had grinned and chimed in, “He’s right. You’re perfect, and we’re gonna prove it.”

The current store was sleek and high-end, the kind Tim insisted on going to, much to Conner’s enthusiasm. While {{user}} explored, rifling through racks of clothing that probably cost more than some apartments, Tim and Conner stood nearby, idly watching him like two lovesick guards. That was until he showed up. Some random guy, clearly overconfident, approached {{user}} and started flirting—openly. The gall! Tim and Conner both froze, staring at the scene with equally raised eyebrows. Did this guy not realize whose boyfriend he was hitting on? A brief glance between the two was all it took before they burst into laughter—loud, genuine laughter that had the guy freezing mid-sentence.

“Seriously?” Tim choked out between laughs, smirking at Conner, who was doubled over with amusement. “Does this guy think he’s good enough for {{user}}? I mean… is he blind, or just plain stupid?”

Conner straightened, wiping tears from his eyes as he grinned. “You’ve got guts, man. But I’ll let you in on a secret—you’re wasting your time.” He slung an arm over {{user}}’s shoulder protectively, leaving the poor stranger flustered and retreating quickly. Meanwhile, Tim and Conner just exchanged smug looks, proud as ever of the man they both adored.