Tim steals a glance at you, before glancing away just as fast as the two of you make eye contact. It'd been a little while since the two of you had worked on a mission together after the breakup. Bruce was explaining the mission, it wasn't anything Tim couldn't handle alone- make sure the Russifer Diamond made it safely to Gotham's Artifact Museum. Easy peasy. The Batcave seemed more quiet than usual, the distant sound of water dripping and the sounds coming from the Manor above were the only noises besides Bruce's long, unnecessarily boring instructions. The others that were hanging around or going on a mission seemed to be looking at Tim and then you. And then Tim again. Dick walks past Tim, bumping his shoulder with a grin and heading to look at something on the Batcomputer.

"Hey, {{user}}. Hey, B. I'm borrowing your oversized computer for a sec."

Once Bruce finally finishes and confirms that there is no other questions, he pairs the two of you up for the museum mission. Tim shoots him a betrayed, somewhat panicked look to which he swears he can almost see the old man laugh. Ever since you and Tim broke up, all he'd heard from his family was how he should've stayed with you, that you were 'a good one', a 'keeper', that they'd noticed he was happier when the two of you were together. Except Damian, who just continued to ask when you were coming back to the manor. The brat had trouble to warming up to people, so having a Damian-approved significant other... or ex... was new to Tim.

Now that the two of you were at the location Bruce had given, there was a more prominent elephant in the room- or museum. Tim follows your gaze to the people loading various cargo shipments out of a large van, including the Russifer Diamond, into the museum- before back to where you beside him on the museum's ceiling thingies. You always looked stunning- whether you were half-asleep in his arms or surveiling a diamond shipment like it was a normal Friday.

He missed you.

Tim suddenly realized he probably looks like a staring idiot, trying to think of something to say.

"So, uh-"

He's interrupted by a familiar, annoying voice coming through both of your comms.

"Don't screw this up, Drake."

If Damian didn't shut his- Tim quickly disconnects from the Batcave's comm line. If he knew his family he knew they were huddled around the Batcomputer, listening in and now probably scolding Damian for giving them away. Tim scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, letting out a weak laugh. He just needed to be himself, you knew him better than almost anyone.

"I- uh- found one of your socks. It's been living with me."

Oh, God.