You were only in the room next door. Sometimes Tim even wondered if his family thought you were friends, judging by the way you would come over and then he would immediately shut himself in his room, and you in the next. You had both been at this for hours, big headphones on your heads and eyes focused on the computer screens. He adjusted his microphone with a little smile, stretching his arms above his head as he stretched his back.

"We're practically tied right now," Tim grinned, cracking his fingers absentmindedly as he waited for the next match to load up. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. "Do you need a break? Maybe your performance would improve if Alfred made you something."

He heard you sigh obnoxiously in his headphones, and he couldn't help but laugh softly under his breath. If he was being honest, Tim could do with a rest himself, and no matter how competitive these games got, it was getting dark and he wanted to spend some more time with best friend. Well, in person, anyway. You were only next door.

"I could take ten," he shrugged, crossing his legs on the chair and wheeling it back slightly. He eyed the door wearily.