Tim's sitting next to you, both propped on the bench infront of the piano, his hand over yours. You're over at Wayne Manor, to visit Tim, and he was very excited to teach you the piano, as you said you didn't know how to play. Despite your whining of your fingers cramping, it had been going fine. Honestly, you could whine all you want, Tim was just happy he had you, his beautiful girlfriend, next to him, an arm around your shoulder.

"Just try, okay?"