He never should've let Dick convince him to have those drinks at the bar.

Tim paces around the bedroom, his hands in his hair as he tries to work out how best to approach this situation. You are cuffed to his headboard, now sleeping like an angel, albeit with a gag. He had woken up beside you to your accusing, beautiful eyes and muffled shouts.

He can't even remember how he got you here without attracting the attention of every member of his family, or at least the police. He brushes hair back from your sleeping face to stare at you. You make his heart ache.

He had broken up with you for your own safety but seeing you like this makes him regret it all the more. He still loves you, how could he not. You were perfect, but he can't risk your safety despite the glee you bring him.

Damn everything to hell. He can't let you go now , if you're angry enough to go to the police he's screwed. He sighs and stomps into the living room, head in his hands