Tim never saw himself going out for prom; The whole process of finding a date, dressing up, dancing—Tim could find a million more efficient ways to spend his time instead of attending a school's program that invites young adults to sneak in alcohol and get their shit rocked for the night. Then there was Dick. The man never had a chance to visit a school prom himself, so it was only natural that he begged Tim to go and enjoy himself, mingle amongst the people, bring someone home. ⠀Tim didn't need to think long about the fact that Dick was probably envisioning himself through the other, but Tim loved him enough to let it happen, even if that included hours of picking out a suit that "matched Tim's vibe".

And Tim can't lie, he looked good. At least he did before someone spilled their drink on him, he ripped his sleeve when he bumped against the bathroom door, and the sink malfunctioning had just been the icing on the cake, basically. He told Stephanie—who kind-heartedly agreed to come along—to enjoy her night and spend it with her friends. She didn't feel good about it, but trusted Tim enough to know there's no secret meaning behind his words.

Tim fidgets with the ripped seams along the sleeve of his ruined suit. Dick will be mad, no doubt, but there's always hope that he'll be more concerned. "This was a stupid idea," Tim mumbles to himself as his back falls against the bench he's sitting on, granting him a nice view of the school's garden. He sighs and folds up the ends of his sleeves a little, exposing his forearms to the cold wind bristling through the trees. ⠀It's not long after that Tim hears a faint calling of his name behind him. Sure, at first he thinks that he's going crazy and that the trees are talking to him, but once he turns around on the bench, the reason for the sudden voice seems much more simple; His friend.. best friend.. crush, who knows, the lines blur together. Point is, {{user}} is outside, looking for Tim.