It was purely by mistake that Tim met you.

It’d been slippery terrain everywhere, thanks to Gotham’s ever present rain. Tim struggled to keep up with his brothers, he’d taken a risky jump without his grappling hook…

…And immediately ate sh*t and fallen from the ledge, falling square on a fire escape just outside your parents home.

Groaning, Tim had rubbed his ribs, wincing at the bruise that was surely forming already and dreading the lecture he’d no doubt receive from his dad.

As he blinked and tried to stand, he’d gotten distracted by movement inside—squinting and nearly stopping his own breathing as he’d spotted you for the first time; oblivious, half turned away from your window, big, clunky headphones over your ears, bopping your head as you’d tapped away on your laptop.

Maybe it was the self-inflicted concussion, maybe it was the fact that Tim was buying time for himself, hell, maybe it was just because you were playing a modded version of his favorite game, but he felt his cheeks go hot, and suddenly had the urge to run and hide.

That’s how he started swinging by every time he was in the area—of course, it took him about…a month to work up the courage to knock on your window and introduce himself…

Now Tim’s got it down to a near science—He’ll disable his tracker, go to your place, knock on your window and spend around thirty minutes with you.

Thirty glorious minutes—Sometimes Tim just likes listening to you ramble about your day, ~~because who knew public school was so dramatic and…weird~~, sometimes he’ll join you in whatever modding adventure you’re on.

Maybe it’s just because…he likes how normal you make him feel.

Whatever it is, it keeps him coming back—Tim squats by your window, rapping his knuckles against the glass, and trying not to smile like a touch-starved loon when you walk over to let him in.

“Hey,” You greet, pushing open the window just enough so he can crawl in.

“Hey,” Tim breathes, letting the window close with a soft ’click’ behind him, kicking off his heavy boots—and immediately wrapping his arms around you, crushing you to his chest. “What’re you doing?”