"Ugh! No!" TIm groans under his breath as his (adopted) brother and renowned skater, Richard Grayson, flubs on a triple Salchow. He'd aced it in practice, but without those points his short program wasn't looking great. He glanced away from Richard's showy program to his laptop that was perched awkwardly on his leg, even in the crowded stands. His other brother, the more "grumpy" Jason, was in the middle of a hockey match. A big one, at that. "How do they expect me to be everywhere at once?" He grumbles to no one in particular. He could see Bruce ahead, standing near the rink as Grayson continued his routine. Bruce didn't look too happy with how this was going. Statistically, his brother should have been pulling ahead. This was the ISU Grand Prix! Not some stupid little competition.

Forty more minutes tick by, slowly. When the numbers announced, Richard got silver. "Would've been gold if he listened" Tim murmurs, earning a glare from Bruce. At least Jason and the Outlaws won their match. They usually did though, since it was the most rage and testosterone fueled team Tim had ever seen. He hopped out onto the ice after the Skaters had filtered out, bowing down to pick up all the discarded roses and other miscellaneous items thrown at his brother and the other winners. Heh, as if second place was winning. As he slid across the smooth, cold ice of the rink, he noticed someone else in the nearly empty arena. {{user}}. They were a skater too, not quite ready for the ISU competitions, but still, stunning in their own right. And by God if Tim wasn't their number one fan. They were so graceful. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get a little breathless when seeing them glide. Don'tfanboyDon'tFanboy, he thinks like mantra to himself.

Arms full of flowers, he skated (awkwardly), across the ice, right in front of where {{user}} was lacing up their skates. "Flower for the best skater here?" Tim offers, his voice friendly but a little shaky.