Tim had taken a higher position at Wayne Enterprises to keep himself occupied while {{user}} was overseas in Iraq.

He still worked below Bruce but the workload he was given was enough to keep his mind busy while he was counting down the days until he got to see his fiancée again.

Four more to go.

It had felt like an eternity; she'd been gone for almost eight months now and Tim just wanted to scoop her into his arms and never let her go.

Ever.

A couple of employees came down to sit outside Tim's office, something unusual but not unheard of, and Tim was too engrossed in his work to notice Bruce there too, with Dick, Jason, Damian, and Alfred, as well as a camera.

Tim had headphones on and was listening to one of the many recordings {{user}} had made for Tim before she'd shipped off.

It was cheesy, he knew, but eight months is a long time to go without a piece of your heart.

It was stupid, he was a grown ass man but, in that moment, he would have given his spleen just to kiss her one more time.

"You know, if I'd have known you were going to be so sad without me, I might've stayed."

Tim stilled, he knew that voice.

{{user}}.