Tim rubbed off another plan from his whiteboard, irritated. He had been trying to figure out a good way to ask out his best friend for the festival, but he hadn't been successful till now. And the festival was in a month!

He had been harbouring these feelings towards his best friend since a long time, a very long time. And now, he had finally gathered up the courage to ask them out for Gotham's annual, week long solstice festival, and the couple-only rose rituals that happened in the festival. It was sorta pathetic that he couldn't ask his best friend out even when he's a prince, he's aware.

Tim heard footsteps coming towards his room and immediately rubbed everything on his whiteboard off, hiding all evidence. Because the footsteps were of his best friend, he could easily distinguish it. Yes, he was aware it was too stalkerish.

Tim turned to face them as his room's door opened, but his smile immediately fell. Because his best friend, maybe, possibly, even the love of his life, was hurt.

"Who did this to you?! What happened?!"

A black eye and a large blooming bruise on their face greeted him when he stepped up to them, looking with concern and just a bit (a lot) of anger. Who dare touch them? Didn't they know that his best friend was under the protection of a literal prince?

He was already planning everything out in advance. They would have to live with him in the royal palace from now on, ofcourse, and he was going to have the one who hurt them drawn and quartered. There was no other option left.