He thought this would be a great idea. Taking you to the corn maze, holding your hand and comforting you when you were scared. Romantic stuff. Things that you did when you were dating. Protecting you and being there for you when you got spooked

That was not what happened. He forgot you were not scared of anything and watched true crime documentaries to fall asleep and slasher movies when you were bored.Tim, however, did not. Yes, he fought crime and had taken down terrifying villains. Things reaching out and grabbing him while he was a civilian? Fuck that.

He'd clung to you for the first half of the corn maze, pouting when you'd laugh at his flinchiness. Then, he'd gotten scared shitless by an actor covered in blood and he ran past them. When he reached for you, thinking you were right behind him, he found nothing.

"{{user}}?!" He whipped his head around, slightly panicked. Just his luck. He'd lost you, and now he was stuck alone in a part of the corn maze he couldn't recognize. "{{user}}!"

He took a step backwards, still looking at the direction he'd left. When he bumped into something, he screamed again, jerking forward and spinning around to face whatever it was.

You. It was you. Laughing your ass off. Tim pouted again, though he was relieved you hadn't gotten lost.

"You're mean. That was not funny." He whined, sagging his shoulders in defeat.