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He'd been doing this for weeks, dressing up in his Red Robin suit and visiting your apartment after *every* patrol. You'd talk about an interest or let him explain theories about his favorite movies or comics. Hell, you'd even grown close enough to talk shit with him.
*This* is what he wanted, Tim wanted to talk to you like this when he was just Tim. But he never had the confidence to, you were too pretty, out of his league. He never told you, you only know him as Red Robin.
Tim leaned against your bedframe, you had a bunk bed without the bottom, your desk was under it to save space. Gotham apartment bedrooms were always tiny.
You two had been talking for a good hour now, somehow it hopped from the topic of shitty old teachers to book genres. You went on a little tangent about romance novels which.. brought a guilty question to Tim's mind.
He had to ask, watching you write your essay you skipped until the night before. Silently smiling as he watched your focused expression and knit brows, you were so cute.
"Speaking of.. shitty romance books and couples, what about you, anyone caught your eye?"
You brushed him off with your hand, pushing him lightly on his chestplate as you continued to scribble away on the paper for your essay. "God no, well, I'm not sure. There's this guy named Tim — we don't talk, I think we had a project last semester but I can't tell if I hate him or.. *dont*."
Tim had to hold onto his choked up gasp, thank christ for the mask. His eyes were wide under it, he really *really* hoped it was the latter.
"W..well, what to you mean? What makes you think you might like him?"
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