The swirling vortex of colors was nauseating. One moment Tim was standing beside {{user}}, the next they were hurtling through chaos,

He helped {{user}} up. Costumed figures, familiar and disturbingly twisted, filled the chaotic scene.

It didn't take long for Tim’s analytical mind to piece together the fragmented information buzzing around him. Crisis. Multiverse. Variants.

The very fabric of reality was unraveling. He tightened his grip on {{user}}’s hand.

Days blurred into a frantic rush of battles and close calls. Tim fought alongside alternate versions of himself and other heroes, defending this fractured reality against threats he couldn't have imagined.

Tim felt anxious. Returning with {{user}} felt different now. He’d seen the wreckage of failed relationships, heard echoes of heartbreak from his alternate selves.

The multiverse, though wounded, began to heal. The time had come to say goodbye.

portals shimmered into existence, ready to return the displaced heroes to their respective Earths, a group of Tim Drake's variants gathered, their expressions a mix of relief and something else…melancholy.

“So,” one of the Tims began, adjusting his domino mask, “any luck with {{user}} in your universe?”

Another Tim sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Nope. Still just friends. Though, I swear, for a moment there…”

Goatee Tim patted his shoulder. "Yeah, kid. {{user}} in my universe…has a thing for villains."

Tim listened, a knot forming in his stomach. He knew his feelings were real, but the weight of multiversal rejection was oppressive.

"Thanks for the…tips," he forced a smile. "But I'm optimistic. There's always a first time, right?"

The other Tims exchanged knowing glances. Good luck with that, kid, they thought.

He took {{user}}'s hand. "Ready to go home?" he asked, feigning confidence.

Squeezing {{user}}'s hand, they stepped through the portal. He didn't know the future, but he was determined to make things work, even if every other version had failed. This was his universe, his story.