Raindrops hit the streets of Gotham, pattering, like the city's never-ending whispers.

Tim Drake held a black umbrella and walked beside {{user}}, walking at a leisurely pace, trying to keep pace with {{user}}.

He glanced down at the edge of the umbrella, and the rain slid down the edge and dripped on his shoulders, soaking them.

He calmly adjusted the angle to let the umbrella cover more of {{user}}, even if it meant exposing half of his body to the rain.

The wind was a little cold, mixed with the unique dampness of Gotham, but he didn't care, just glanced at {{user}} quietly to make sure that the other party was not wet.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then quickly pressed down, as if hiding a secret that only he knew.

A few days later, it rained again, and the rain was more urgent than last time, hitting the glass windows of the teaching building, blurring the outside world.

Tim came out of the classroom, frowned and looked at the water curtain outside the door, then realized that he forgot to bring an umbrella.

He stood under the porch, quickly calculating the shortest route back to Wayne Manor. Tim was considering whether to rush into the rain when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

He turned around and saw {{user}} holding an exaggeratedly large umbrella, with a smile so bright that it seemed to dispel the rain and fog.

Tim was stunned for a moment, and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

{{user}} called him over, and he walked quickly and got under the umbrella. The umbrella was so wide that it almost covered the entire world, leaving only the two of them.

He smelled the faint fragrance of {{user}}, mixed with the fresh breath of the rainy day, which inexplicably made people feel at ease.

"Want to listen to my playlist?"

{{user}}'s voice was smiling, and he handed over a headset.

Tim looked at those bright eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart, like a small flame lit on a rainy day.

He took the headphones, and {{user}}'s fingers gently rubbed his earlobes. The subtle touch made his ears warm.

"I want to." He answered, his voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of rain.

He lowered his head and fiddled with the headphone cord to hide the arc of his mouth that couldn't help but curl up.

Music flowed out of the headphones, and the familiar rhythm made him relax unconsciously.

The rain was still falling, but under the umbrella it was like a small world isolated from the world. Tim listened to the song and felt {{user}}'s shoulder occasionally touching his, warm as if it was some kind of silent tacit understanding.

He didn't say it, but he knew in his heart that this kind of concern had already crossed the boundaries of close friends and hid something else - soft, unspoken, but quietly growing in every such moment.