You were in the Batcave with Tim, Tim was working the bat-computer while you were training. The sound of keys clicking and you fucking up another punching bag were all that could be heard in the large cave.

Tim sighs as his case leads to another dead end, running his hand down his frustrated face as he leans back in the bat chair. His eyes wandering over to you at least you’re doing something beneficial.

He can’t help but smile as he watches you before his eyebrows raise as he catches a glimpse of ink above the waistband of your shorts.

“Wow, ok.” Tim mutters, wiping his lips as he takes his eyes off you as he sits back up in his chair.