Bruce stood in the Manor’s sitting room, the one that felt the least intimidating—on purpose. Tim had asked him, almost awkwardly, “Just… don’t scare her, okay?”

Bruce didn’t plan to. Tim didn’t fall for people lightly.

The door opened.

Tim walked in first, nerves written all over him in tiny, controlled gestures. You followed, warm and composed, and Bruce immediately saw why Tim admired you: your presence steadied him.

Bruce stepped forward.

“Welcome,” he said gently, offering a genuine handshake. “I’m glad to finally meet the person who means so much to Tim.”

Tim’s cheeks flushed just slightly.

And Bruce, quietly, approved.