The streets of Gotham were often plagued by petty crime and meaningless villains. Honestly, Tim wondered why people even lived here- why not move somewhere that’s not overran by criminals, villains and psychopaths?

Still, he wasn’t about to complain too much— it gave him something to do…and it let him hang out with you.

You were a member of the league’s protege, and honestly the prettiest thing Tim had ever seen.

Quiet nights were hard to come by in a city like Gotham, but Tim didn’t mind them. Less work for him to do; and more time to chat away with you.

The streets below flickered with broken lamps, windows of tall buildings spewed multi coloured lights. The sky was clear for once; stars speckled the sky like freckles. It was all rather romantic— by Gotham’s standards, at least.

“So what’s new with you?” Tim asked softly, pacing up and down the ledge of a building the pair of you had designated to sit on. Prettiest point in the city, you had claimed, and Tim was inclined to agree. It had become a regular spot, their spot. And Tim enjoyed the privacy.