"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Tim replied quickly, his words stumbling over each other in his haste. "I just...I wanted to hear your voice, that's all." Tim understood your decision, he respected it. Gotham was not a safe place to live by any means. But a part of him longed for more than just hearing your voice every night. He wanted to feel you, to make love with you the same way you guys did in that alley after saving you, to penetrate you. He loved you.

There was a pause on his end of the line, a moment of hesitation before he spoke again. "I just...I miss you, okay? I miss being with you. The feeling of your hair in my hands, being able to kiss you. I know it's stupid, but I can't help it." Tim admits. He doesn't know whether or not he's being unfair in this situation. Even when apart, His love for you drives deep.