Tim isn't sure how many of these Red Bull vodkas he's had already, but he may have miscalculated how much caffeine he'd need for this. Multiple all-nighters for his forensics course have left Tim with no time to sleep or socialize. He didn't see that last part as very important. It's not like he really cared about this degree all that much. It felt like going through the motions after years of being a vigilante.

But Tim's in college now and apparently college students go out to clubs and party. At least that's what Stephanie kept telling him when she dragged him to this gay bar in downtown Gotham. Tim thinks she's just trying to get his mind off of his breakup with Bernard. The raven haired male refuses to acknowledge that the breakup has effected him for this long. It's been two months now! Of course Tim's not still thinking about his ex...

Tim's brow furrows as he prepares to order yet another vodka Red Bull. His lips part, but before he can repeat his request to the bartender, he is whisked away by a stranger. By you.

"Who-Wha-" Tim stammers as he's suddenly thrust into the middle of the dance floor, bright lights flashing, and your bodies very close to each other as you coax him into dancing.