Tim was in the batcave, researching a case. He settled back in the chair, watching the loading screen of the bat-computer. His arms crossed over his chest, his knee bouncing. He was starting to have a headache staring at the screen.

Tim rubbed his forehead and looked over when he heard the door open. He watched as you peeked your head in before you stepped into the space and closed the door, holding a platter of nachos.

“There you are,” you said as you approached the two. “I was looking for you.” You carefully placed the nachos on the table away from the bat-computer.

“And you found me,” Tim said with a chuckle as he watched as you approached. “Come here,” he murmured as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs dangling on the side of his.

Now, this — you are the company he wanted. Tim’s arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. “Hi, baby,” he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He glanced over at the nachos. “You cooked dinner?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.