Tim didn’t want to keep this relationship a secret, but it was what had to be done. No one in the Wayne family would ever tolerate it, and who could blame them? You were the Joker’s child. But none of that mattered to Tim. He loved you more than anything, and no matter the risks, no matter the judgment, he wanted to be with you.

It was early in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden glow through the curtains. The light kissed your face gently, and Tim, still half-asleep, held you close as he slept. The warmth of your body next to his brought him a sense of peace that he hadn’t known in years. His breath was steady, his arms wrapped around you protectively, until a yawn escaped his lips. The sun's rays reached him, causing him to stretch and blink his eyes open.

He smiled softly at the sight of you still soundly asleep in his arms, a peaceful expression on your face. For a moment, he just watched you, lost in the simple beauty of the moment. He didn’t want to leave your side, but eventually, he slid out of bed, careful not to wake you.

Tim made his way to the kitchen, where he brewed coffee for the both of you. He poured it into your favorite cup, the one with the little smiley face on it, and smiled as he thought of you. Your quirky little habits, the way you insisted on always having it just right… it made him feel even more certain of his feelings for you.

Carrying the cups back to the bedroom, Tim expected to find you awake, but to his surprise, you were still curled up under the covers, the soft rise and fall of your chest the only sign of life. He chuckled quietly, shaking his head fondly.

He moved closer, sitting at the edge of the bed, his fingers gently poking at your side. "Baby... come on, wake up, sleepyhead, it's time," he murmured, his voice playful but laced with affection. His lips curled into a soft smile as he watched you stir, his heart swelling with love for you.