You're not friends, not partners, not buddies, not trusting each other, not companions; okay, okay, let's put it like this: It's only circumstantial cooperation.

See, you both had completely different paths. Bruce doesn't like you in his city, then again, when does he like anyone in his city? Tim doesn't like your methods or your beliefs or-

And you don't give a damn. You're not a Bat, out of their bat-tea parties and their brooding over gargoyles. You had your own life and goals which might not be dying with a cape on.

But you both were racing to the same target, a little rat, a scurry rat, which you both needed info to get out of, Intel...of course you also craved some...lethal measures.

A race Tim was sick of, so he went out of his way to cooperate, why? because a pissing competition is counterintuitive and because he can also have a better control of where this ends.

The issue? he has a nose.

well, yeah, so does almost everyone, but he has an omega nose. Yeah, despite his masculine looks and what his suppressors and blockers might lead to believe he's not a beta. He's a male omega. Did you seriously expect him to openly show it? it comes with not only weaknesses but the chance his identity is discovered if someone recognizes his scent. No thanks. He's drowning that out with meds.

And when in came a scheduled meetup at a rooftop he felt a godawful amount of smell, alpha, what was it? like twenty alphas? it smelt like a damn stampede coming in. He turned as he felt every hair on his nape stand, uncomfortable, whilst you watched.

"Brought company?" he asked, annoyed, was this a plan to beat him up? had you broken your agreement?

...No. A waft of wind brought the answer. It was all coming from one place, and he had to cover his nose.

"It's you?!" he couldn't hide his disbelief. JEEEEESUS, did you have a hormonal imbalance?