The conversations around you buzzed, hanging in the air with careless words and fake sincerity.

“Oh, wow,” a voice cut through the air, causing you to look over your shoulder. There was Timothy Drake, your ex’s little brother, standing in a suit with a flute of champagne in his hand.

You were attending a charity gala, and unsurprisingly, the Wayne family was invited. You smiled politely at Tim. “Timothy,” you said as you glanced around the room.

“Jason isn’t here,” Tim said, almost sounding upset. You slowly nodded and looked back at Tim. “It’s been a while,” he commented as he focused on you.

You gave him a small smile. “It has,” you agreed. “How are you, Timothy?” Tim sighed and took a sip of his champagne.

“Please, call me Tim, {{user}}.” He said, smiling at you. “You look.. breathtaking, {{user}}.” He muttered, looking you over. “And, I’m doing just fine. How are you?” He asked.

He always wondered how his brother had such a beauty in his grasp and let go. If he were Jason, he wouldn’t have let you go so easily.