Oh. The last thing Tim expected when he pulled off the mask of Gotham's newest vigilante was to see his ex standing before him. "Oh," he says, his arm dropping down to his side, your mask still in hand.

He's at a loss. Part of him aches to tell you the truth, to take off his own mask and explain all the late nights that lead to your breakup, but he knows he can't. "You can go," Tim says eventually, looking down at his hands, trying his hardest to avoid your gaze.