«Hah, what is that?» - you asked, taking a piece of paper that he handed you.

You and he are sitting now on one of the rooftops of high buildings of Gotham.

"It's a drawing." He said, running his hand through his already messy black hair, trying to hide from you the blush on his cheeks, which, it seems - when he is next to you - is permanent.

You chuckle "I see that it's a drawing." You said. The boy was obviously was tried to work on this small drawing, although he is unlikely to admit it to you.

The drawing was drawn with pencils: He, in the costume of Red Robin, and you, in the clothes you wore today in the Gotham Academy, where you study together. You smiled radiantly, he even drew your long black eyelashes on your beautiful eyes, and even all your colorful jewelry that you usually wear, but something else caught your eye - you two were holding hands.

Tim straightened his shoulders, trying to look confident in front of you, even though he was wearing his superhero costume. He spoke in a slightly high voice: "W-well..? You like it?" Finally he asked, and winced slightly, as if afraid of a negative answer.