Taking on the role of Batman was one annoying duty within itself. Attending galas, balls, charity fundraisers, and other idiotic parties seemed like milking it just a bit, but did he really have a choice? He thought so, but you disagreed.

Many fights had been fought within his relationship around the topic of "should we attend the gala, ball, charity, or fundraiser". Most of the time, you lost the argument and he somehow coaxed, coerced, or convinced you into staying home with him. These nights, you ended up going to bed or watching a movie or baking with him.

Tonight, however, you coaxed him into going to a gala. The feat wasn't exactly easy, you had to beg him. Then intimidate him; which was shockingly easy for a man who fights people on the regular.

Lucky me, he thought, as he lazily tied his black tie around his neck, making it look sloppy and unprofessional. He should've known you'd attempt to get him to fix it - or in this case, rather fix it yourself.

"Tim, really?" You scoff as you look at his lazy excuse of a tie-job. He shrugs at you as you shake your head, roll your eyes, and approach him.

He had to admit, he appreciated not only your attention to detail, but also your dedication to your own looks. As you reached up to fix his tie, his hands found their way to your waist and rested comfortably on your hips.

"Better?" He asks you with a sly smirk on his face as your hands retract from the collar of his white button-down.