Tim is sitting in his and your small apartment, with Valentine's Day chocolates and a bouquet of newly bought roses on the table.

You are staring at the familiar yet strange face in the mirror - Tim's face, trying to calm the panic in your heart.

Your fingers unconsciously stroke the strange ring on the ring finger of your left hand, with complex runes engraved on the silver ring face, emitting a faint red light.

It all started this morning. You found a pair of old rings at the flea market, and the stall owner mysteriously said that they "can make the heart communicate."

You didn't think much about it, just thought that this pair of rings was unique and romantic, suitable as a Valentine's Day gift for Tim.

You handed one of them to him, he put it on with a smile, and the next second, the world spun.

You opened your eyes and found that you had become Tim, and he - or "you" - was standing opposite with your body, staring.

"Tim! What's going on?!" Your voice was trembling a little, trying to adapt to this stronger and taller body. You looked down at your hands, and you felt unfamiliar with the long fingers and calluses left by years of holding a long stick.

Tim seemed much calmer than you. He looked down at "himself", touched your long hair, looked at your hands curiously, and then - what made you blush and heartbeat - he actually began to open his coat and study the curves of your body.

"Tim Drake!" you shouted, your cheeks burning, even though this face was now his, "What are you doing?!"

He looked up, showing his signature smirk, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Relax, honey, I'm just... studying the 'performance' of this body."

His voice was yours, but the tone was completely Tim's confidence and teasing. "You have to admit, this is a great opportunity to experience each other's lives, right?"

You gritted your teeth and rushed over to grab his wrist. "This isn't a game! We have to figure out how to get it back!"

You tried to calm yourself, but watching Tim use your body to do his usual thinking pose - one hand resting his chin, the other hand tapping the table - you only felt your head get bigger.

"Okay, okay," Tim raised his hands in surrender, still smiling, "But you have to admit, this ring is pretty cool. Soul swap? It sounds like magic that Zatanna or Constantine would do." He paused, his eyes lit up, "Maybe we can go to them for help."

You glared at him, "Do you think I believe this is a prank by Zatanna? She's not that boring!"

However, you have to admit that Tim's guess makes some sense. The runes on this ring do look like some kind of magic spell.

You sighed and tried to focus. "Okay, let's go find Zatanna. But before that, can you please stop... stop touching my body?"

Tim raised an eyebrow and made an exaggerated innocent expression with your face. "I respect your body, dear. But you have to admit that I have a really cute face now." He leaned in front of the mirror, winked, and winked.

You covered your face, feeling like you were going crazy. "Tim, I swear, if we can't get it back, I will use your body to patrol and paint Red Robin's uniform pink!"

He laughed loudly, the sound so clear that you were a little dazed - it was your voice, but it carried his soul. "Deal, but the prerequisite is that you have to learn to use my long stick first."