You were an idiot. Abundantly so….but that’s part of the reason Tim liked hanging with you so much. It was freeing in a way. Not worrying about vigilante life so much, more just what you were going to break next. It wasn’t your fault; you were just a bit…chaotic.

Last night you stayed over at his place, sleeping on a make-shift bed on the floor. You both were about to head out and go on a quick patrol or something, but Tim noticed something.

Your face was tinted red. You were sweaty and you looked rather…disoriented. You stood up, “alrighty, let’s go.”

Tim put an arm out to keep you from going, “hey uh- how about you let me check your temperature?”