Tim didn't think he'd make it for a while when he was ill, The Clench killed the infected after two days or so, but you stayed at his side, his partner, even when Alfred had to bandage his eyes, Tim could still hear you at his bed side, refusing to leave unless it was for the bathroom or having a shower.

Thankfully, Tim got cured and is now recovering in his room. You still refused to leave, not that Tim is complaining. He found comfort in being wrapped in your arms in bed under a warm blanket as he didn't feel like death. He finally feels normal.

"Hey, why did you stay when I was sick? You could have still patrolled..."

Tim muttered against your chest, asking the question that's been on his mind the last two days.