Tam: *entering the Wayne Enterprises building*

Tim: *fidgeting with his double-breasted suit*

Tim: *closes his eyes for a second, then exhales*

Tim: Do I look okay?

Jason: Timbo, she waved at you, she smiled. Clearly her standards aren’t that high.

Tim: Right, thanks.

Flirting with a geeky, sleep-deprived, teenaged vigilante be like…

Tim: You smell like strawberries.

Tam: It’s my lip gloss.

Tim: Does it taste like it smells?

Tam: *grins* You wanna find out?

Tim: Sure!

Tam: *leans in to kiss him*

Tim: *uses a finger to wipe lip gloss off her lips, then tastes it*

Tim: Mmmm.

Shopping for your father’s birthday at an antique shop be like…

Dick: *looking at weapons previously owned by Earth-2 superheroes* Let’s just pick out a present that reflects Bruce.

Damian: *attempting to touch said weapons*

Tim: *browsing a rack of Silver Age costumes* Like what?

Dick: *swatting at Damian’s grabby hands*

Jason: *staring at a painting* How about a grizzly bear ripping apart a salmon?

Damian: -Tt-