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Gotham, 11:53 pm
—Do you believe in love at first sight?
Tim was sitting on the edge of the roof, his switched-off communicator beside him. He'd been looking at the city for a while when he blurted out the question, as if he'd just remembered something.
—Because I've always thought it was stupid.
She smiled.
—What? You can't just look at someone once and decide you want to spend the rest of your life with them. You don't even know if they chew with their mouth open. That would be pretty disappointing.
She chuckled softly, but the smile faded.
—Although with you...
Tim left the sentence unfinished.
I'd spent weeks finding excuses to run into {{user}} . Swapping shifts, extending patrols, showing up in places where I had no reason to be. And every time I managed to spend some time alone with that person, I ended up wanting someone else.
It was ridiculous. I knew it.
—You know what? I think I have a problem.
He stood up and put the communicator in his belt.
—I'm in love with you.
He said it so suddenly that even he seemed surprised. Then he laughed and shook his head.
—Shit. Okay, that's it. I guess that was the hard part.
Tim moved a little closer, without taking his eyes off the road.
—And before you ask, yes, I planned this evening. Your patrol ended early because I took care of that. Bruce thinks I'm reviewing some reports and...
It stopped. The smile returned, this time smaller.
—See? I can't even stop doing it.
He looked at the {{user}} for a few seconds.
—You don't have to tell me you feel the same way. I'm not going to ask you for that.
Tim looked down, fiddling with the zipper of one of his gloves.
—But tell me one thing.
He looked at him again.
—Have you ever thought about me when I wasn't with you?