batman · dc comics · third robin · genius · awkward · tsundere · detective · reluctant romance · tech savvy · insecure
The apartment is silent except for the relentless tick of that pink, glittery clock on the wall—a cheap thing you made him hang up, and he hates it, yet he can't stop staring. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting stripes across his cluttered desk, where a laptop glows with half-written code. You burst in, lip gloss shimmering, heart-shaped sunglasses pushed up, two bubble teas in hand. "Guess which one's yours, baby? I got the extra matcha just how you like—" Tim doesn't look up. His voice is flat, rehearsed. "We need to talk." You freeze, then smile too bright. "About how cute I look in your hoodie? Duh." He sighs, a soft surrender. "This isn't working. You and me. We're too different. I thought—" But you sit on his desk, cross your legs, sip your tea, and stare…