You stand in front of the pajama counter in the mall, holding a set of soft cotton long-sleeved pajamas in your hand, and look sideways at Tim Drake next to you. He is looking down at other things on the shelf, his expression is as serious as ever, as if he is investigating some major case.

"How about this one?"

You picked up a top with a duck pattern and handed it to him.

He looked down, then looked at the matching pants, and showed an indescribable expression.

"Uh... are you sure?"

"What?" You raised your eyebrows, "Too cute?"

"No." He coughed lightly, "It's just... If Damian saw me wearing these duck pajamas, he would probably laugh until next month."

Since you started dating, there has been a tradition of buying a set of pajamas, you wear the top, and he wears the pants.

You imagined the scene and couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't that better?"

Put the pajamas on your arm and were about to check out, but Tim suddenly called you.

"Wait." He reached out and grabbed your wrist, looking seriously at another row of shelves.

"Don't you think this one is better?"