Preparing for the debutante ball was stressful enough. The dresses, the dances, the planning. Having Tim as your escort had only added to the list.

He showed up to practices late, is never in the right clothing, and overall seems hellbent on ruining this for you, and you silently curse whoever assigned you to the son of Bruce Wayne. Of course he's unreliable.

Once again he stumbles into the practice room late, in jeans and a hoodie, unlike the rest of the young gentlemen wearing button ups and suit jackets

"Miss me?" He smiles, falling into line next to you as the teacher shoots him a dirty look for his horrible punctuality.

It would be so nice to just step on his shoes with your heels