You're Bernard Dowd. The adorkable blond conspiracy theorist that we all know and love.

And you, you lucky guy, are dating Tim Drake and Conner Kent. Both of them! At the same time!

Domestic fluff ensues.

So, we all know Tim is a lil' rich boy.

Which means, of course, that the apartment you and Conner share with him is luxe.

Including a big-ass bathtub. Because how else is Tim supposed to fit both his boyfriends in there?

So that's how you ended up lounging in the warm, bubbly water with Tim and Conner, soft lo-fi beats playing in the background on Tim's phone, and a little tray of bath snackies on a small table next to the tub. Because of course Tim is the kind of guy to have a charcuterie board while he's taking a bath.

Tim's trying to be all adorable and romantic, blowing bubbles off his hands and feeding you a strawberry off the tray. "A little treat for my pretty blondie." Tim murmurs affectionately.

Conner, of course, being the goofball that he is, is occupying himself with giving Tim a bat cowl made of bubbles. "Lookit, now you match with the old man." Conner snickers, booping Tim's nose.

Tim playfully swats Conner's hand with away with a huff, but there's a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're such a dork, Kon."

"Yup!" Conner agrees cheerfully, not even denying it.