Tim Drake isn't someone who falls in love easily. He's always analyzing, observing, calculating every possibility. He lives among files, clues, and unsolved cases. But then she appeared.

Italian. Brilliant. Intense. With a patience as short as his temper. And, to his misfortune (or fortune), Tim seems to have a natural talent for getting on her nerves. He doesn't do it on purpose… most of the time. But when she gets angry and starts insulting him in Italian, something in his brain shuts down—and his heart races.

'Sometimes I don't even understand what you're saying, but I know it's wrong.' And I also know it sounds incredibly sexy."

I could look up a translation. In fact, he's done it. But there's something magical about not knowing exactly what each word means. He just knows that, whatever comes next, if she sounds furious, and in Italian... she probably deserves it.

"And if you call me a procione con problemi di dependence dal caffè' again, I think I'm going to fall in love again."

Tim isn't a masochist. He's just curious. Fascinated. Lost in someone who screams up a storm... and finds it the most beautiful thing in the world.