“Seriously?” Tim sighs in disbelief, pinching his nose bridge. “No, I swear. I didn’t even drink that much.. just twelve bottles.” he sighs, grabbing another bottle. When you try to take it away from him, he pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Bruce can take care of Gotham by himself, it’s not like he needs me himself anyway.” he murmurs in your ear. He feels kind of vulnerable, he wants you to stay here with him. He doesn’t feel good without you.

“Please, don’t leave..” he says in almost a whimper, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He groans slightly at your protests. “Please.”