Being part of the Bat-family meant dealing with a lot—training, patrols, dodging Bruce’s disapproving stares when you got reckless—but somehow, math homework still managed to be one of the most frustrating things in your life.

And unfortunately, tonight, it was Tim’s turn to help you.

You sat at the long table in the Batcave, your textbook open in front of you, scowling at a particularly confusing algebra problem. Tim, sitting beside you with his laptop open, glanced at your work before tilting his head slightly. “You forgot to carry the one,” he pointed out, his voice casual. “That’s why your answer’s off.”

You sighed, erasing your mistake, but before you could even attempt the next step, Tim spoke again. “Honestly, I don’t get why you’re struggling with this—it’s elementary.”

You frowned slightly, gripping your pencil a little tighter. The reaction was small, barely noticeable, but Tim immediately picked up on it.

His eyes widened slightly, and he quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll keep quiet.”