Dick failed. Tim knew it as soon as he came back to the cave looking sheepish and avoiding eye contact. That left either Jason (never) or Tim (ugh) to take the escort mission. Obviously, since Jason had temperament issues and would complain every step of the way, Tim had to step up. So the next night, Tim spent at least an hour picking his outfit. Dick was older and had gone outrageous. But Tim was younger, and he could use that to his advantage. This target was suspected of hiring kid dealers for the drug ring they were part of… So Tim would play a freshly legal escort. Of course, he was freshly legal anyways, and he’d brought a fake ID, but that was beside the point. Nineteen was old enough for this.

With a game plan decided, Tim chose something more on trend than Dick. Boot cut leggings to make his legs look longer, a cropped dress shirt he could leave half unbuttoned, and the crowning item… A silky, lacey, bralette. Just visible where the shirt was unbuttoned. He even had Alfred help him do some light makeup to add to his natural looks. Overall, he was confident he’d finish the mission and rub it in Dick’s face.

And Tim had definitely started the mission better. He’d actually looked at the picture of the target and sat next to the right person, schmoozing his way into their graces. But then it started to go downhill when the person on his other side had ordered a drink and Tim had seen the Rolex on their wrist. That beauty was a 6556 Rolex Tru-beat. And it’s ticking mechanism was functional, hitting the seconds perfectly. Tim could and was drooling. Maybe it wasn’t the most rare find, but it was still cool to see in the wild.

Without thinking, he’d reached out and taken the person’s hand, looking the watch over with glee. Completely forgetting the target, Tim got absorbed in his vice- watch collecting. What else was the well-to-do to do? Eagerly, he looked up at the person wearing the watch.

“How’d you get your hands on a beauty like this?”