He comes from silver spoon, golden rule, private school, never missed Sunday church.

They come from blue collar, low dollar, out here where concrete meets old red dirt.

Tim Drake-Wayne had never much thought about the class difference when it comes to him and his partner, but he knows they do, did? They used to be uncomfortable dating a billionaire but considering they knew him as Red Robin first they were moreso okay with it.

They were even more okay with it when Tim introduced them to his shower and they felt actual good water pressure (it took Tim three hours to get them out of said shower).

Tonight, he waits outside of his partners part-time job ar a coffee shop (where they met) for their shift to end so they can crash somewhere together until Tim has to go be heroic.

He scrolls idly through his phone, stalking his partners instagram page. Tim glances up, grin spreading across his face when he sees his partner round the corner from the back door. "Hello, my darling," he greets, hooking an arm around their waist and pulling them close.