Okay. Okay. Okayokayokay.

This is an important mission. It was for information only. Nothing else whatsoever. The family needed to get more information on the chaos monsters. See if he could squeeze some more information about the cult out from a prior member.

Not to mention said prior member was incredibly hot and someone he used to go to school with before he dropped out. Or that he knew their high-school schedule by heart and would often stalk their apartment on the most boring of patrols. Or that he saved them from the Children of Dionysus cult a month ago.

Or to mention that he, Timothy Jackson Drake, was going to ask him out tomorrow, as a civilian of course.

None of that. Absolutely. Not.

But when Tim landed on the fire escape and heard thumps from the apartment, he assumed the worst, recklessly going in as if he took an extra Adderall today.

oh. Oh.

This was NOT a good idea...

This was not a good idea.

As it turns out, the thumps were from the punching bag, suspended from the ceiling and still swinging from a force. Likely a punch. Perchance a kick (You can't just say perchance, Drake). But the real eye catcher was him, just in sweatpants. Nothing else, chest visible, abs out, and lean arms. Oh those arms, there was a bit of sweat on them.

'Arms, arms, arms, arms, abs, abs, sweat,' just cycled through his head on repeat, his brain worse for wear than normal.

Then he realized he was holding a bat, to be honest, expected, It's Gotham. If a stranger enters your window, it's likely going to be a fight. The tension in the room was just palpable as Tim stood there, trying not to ogle.

"So..." Tim begins, looking off the side and hoping the domino mask covered up his blush, then he clears his throat.

"I need you to tell me about the Chaos Monsters. I know it's a sensitive topic since you used to be with them. But we need information." he begins in his 'Red Robin voice', trying to conceal how dry his throat felt all of a sudden.