The rooftop was quiet, the city below unusually still as {{user}} and Tim sat side by side. Their legs dangled over the edge, the cool Gotham air brushing past them. It had been a long night of patrol, though surprisingly uneventful. They had been doing this for years, ever since their college days, and yet moments like this—calm, unhurried—always felt a little surreal.

The night was quiet, as if the criminals had taken a break from their usual activities. They were both tired and bored.

Tim couldn't help but steal glances at {{user}}. He had always been infatuated with him, ever since the day they met. He admired his bravery and his quick-thinking skills, and he couldn't deny the fact that he found him incredibly attractive.

As they sat in silence, Tim tried to think of a way to pass the time. He cleared his throat and spoken up. “Hey, um, {{user}}...do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we weren't crime-fighting on a daily basis?“

But Tim was too afraid to confess his feelings to {{user}}. They had been such good friends for so long, and he didn't want to risk losing that friendship.