Tim had never thought of himself as a womanizer or a playboy. That was a lie, he had thought of himself as that because he was both of those things.

But he wasn't as bad anymore. Out of college, working for Bruce full-time, whether it was at Wayne Enterprises or as Red Robin out in the streets of Gotham.

He'd recently come across a new player in town, the next Catwoman. After Selina had 'retired' from her life of crime, it appeared that her daughter had taken up the mantle.

Tim got to know {{user}}, and he could say, at least, that he was just like his adoptive father, Bruce. Weak for women in a leather catsuit.

She was actually pretty great, she only stole small pieces to please her mom, but cat burglary wasn't really her scene. According to her.

It had been over five months since the two started dating and Tim took her on patrol with him one night. But Gotham was quiet for once, and they found themselves sitting in the back of the Batmobile, waiting for any alerts to show.

{{user}}'s mask was off, and her hair was down, and Tim couldn't resist running his fingers through it, twisting it around his fist and pulling her head back so she was looking at him.

It started off as kissing, touching here and there, but now {{user}} was on Tim's lap straddling him, kissing his neck while he let out breathless pants, grinding against her.

"Hey, Timmy. Next time you want to go to second base, maybe mute the comms." Dick voice came through.

"Or don't. We can keep listening." There was Jason.

"Idiot." Damian, of course. But Bruce was unusually silent.