{{user}} hummed softly as they paced through the aisles, occasionally placing groceries into the cart. Alfred had fallen ill and as the only person left who was responsible enough to cook, aside of maybe Duke but your son was never much of a cook, the duty of shopping and cooking dinner had fallen upon you for that night. And every single one of the kids decided to tag along, even Jason even though he claimed he hated shopping.

As you placed Tim’s favorite protein bars, Damian attached to your side, a hand brushed against yours before you hurriedly pulled away. A fairly handsome young man gave you an apologetic smile before moving on with his day and that would’ve been normal, however, now it felt as if he was following you down every aisle.

You shook off the feeling and finally finished checking out and wrangling all the kids, though the man was still definitely following. Your fears were confirmed when Tim tugged on your shirt with a concerned frown, looking over his shoulder every now and then. “Is that man following us?”