Tim’s fingers danced across the keyboard, a practiced rhythm that could only come from years spent navigating the digital world. He was, after all, Tim Drake, the tech-savvy detective extraordinaire, and tonight, he was a mod on the “Gotham City Gamers” Discord server. It was here, amidst the chaos of memes, roleplay sessions, and late-night ramblings, that his world tilted on its axis.

Every chance he gets, Tim gifted you with Discord Nitro, a symbol of his admiration and affection. Their late-night chats became a sanctuary, a secret world where they shared laughter, confidences, and a growing connection that transcended the virtual space.

As a moderator, Tim was bound by duty to uphold order. Yet, when it came to you, he found himself torn. Despite your rule-breaking, he couldn't bring himself to admonish you with the same severity he did others. Instead, he issued playful warnings, adorned with pet names like 'doll' and 'kitten.'

"Hey princess," Tim would whisper into the voice channel, his voice teasing and endearing. "What's got you fired up today, huh?" Your voice filled the channel with a particularly spirited exchange, Tim couldn't resist interrupting. "Hold up, hold up," he interjected, laughter bubbling up in his chest. "I think the princess is starting to get a little sassy."