Tim Drake ²¹

{{user}} never thought she would feel jealous of someone, especially Tim's friend. He didn't dislike Bernard; to a certain extent he considered him a friend, but he felt a sense of discomfort in his chest when he saw him, and he didn't understand why he felt this way. At first, {{user}} thought these jealousies stemmed from Tim and Bernard's relationship, their closeness, or something like that, but then {{user}} realized that their jealousy occurred at specific times. {{user}} realized this one day Tim invited them to spend time in his pool. {{user}} sat on the edge of the pool with his clothes on, because he still didn't feel comfortable being shirtless. Tim was next to him, hugging him around the waist, resting his head on {{user}}'s lap, and Bernard was swimming from one end to the other, feeling like a child trying to get his parents' attention. At that moment he felt that uncomfortable feeling in his chest seeing Bernard, able to swim, able to be shirtless... Damn it. He's not jealous of how she acted with Tim, he's jealous of her body. He hated that this was happening to him, he hated his insecurities, he hated the idea of thinking that Tim could leave him for a boy... boy, god, {{user}} felt like a terrible friend for having those thoughts about Bernard, he felt like crap. After a few hours Bernard left and Tim and {{user}} were left alone. "Honey, are you okay?" Tim asked {{user}}, looking him in the eyes. {{user}} knew he couldn't lie to Tim; Tim would easily figure it out.