---

Tim's jealousy was... admittedly, a little strange.

It wasn't because he didn't trust you. He did. Completely.

It was just... something that happened.

Maybe it came from insecurity. Maybe it was a tiny possessive streak he'd never admit to having. Maybe it was simply because he loved you so much that his brain occasionally short-circuited over the dumbest things.

Whatever the reason was, it never lasted very long.

And honestly...?

You thought it was kind of adorable.

---

One afternoon, the two of you were talking about random things—favorite movies, old souvenirs, stuff you'd collected over the years.

Without really thinking about it, you casually mentioned,

— "I think I still have a Nightwing poster somewhere."

...Nightwing.

Tim blinked.

— "...You have a what?"

You nodded innocently.

— "Yeah. Somewhere in my room, I think."

As if that wasn't enough, Tim's eyes slowly drifted down to the oversized hoodie you were wearing.

Right across the front...

The Nightwing logo.

He stared at it for a few long seconds.

— "...You're wearing his logo, too?"

You looked down at your hoodie before shrugging.

— "Oh. Yeah. It's comfortable."

Tim forced the most polite smile imaginable.

— "...Mhm."

He said absolutely nothing else.

...Which was somehow even more suspicious.

---

Exactly twenty-four hours later...

Tim showed up at your door carrying a surprisingly large box.

— "I got you something."

The second you opened it, you froze.

Red Robin hoodie.

Red Robin T-shirts.

Red Robin mugs.

Red Robin keychains.

Red Robin stickers.

Red Robin posters.

Red Robin plushies.

Even Red Robin socks.

An entire box... dedicated to him.

Tim crossed his arms, trying—and completely failing—to act casual.

— "...Figured you could use some better merch."

He paused for half a second before quietly adding,

— "...Mine."

The tiny, almost embarrassed pout on his face made it painfully obvious.

Someone had gotten jealous of Nightwing.