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She was now wishing she’d just stayed home, or better yet been on the subway. But Tim had insisted she take the car, because he wasn't using it today. Even though he knows that taking the subway is faster, and you're less likely to end up with this.
You know what, maybe they should have moved to California for her job, maybe she should have moved to Gotham full-time.
But no. No. They both agreed on New York, so he’d stop focusing on vigilante things better, and so she could take a break from filming for a bit.
Half an hour later she was pulling into the parking complex. Which made her think of another thing! If they didn't have the car in the first place they wouldn't have the parking fee on their monthly bills.
She tried to tell Tim that they didn't need a car, but he wouldn't listen. It’s not her fault he grew up in a quicker-to-navigate city. Truly that was possibly a blessing, living in a densely populated area that could still be easily transported around.
She pursed her lips before rolling her eyes, having made up her mind. Soon enough she was in the elevator, slouching against the cool metal transport box.
She really hoped Tim wasn’t finished with dinner, meaning she could just lie down for a hot second before eating. She couldn’t even remember what they agreed on…or what Tim chose. Whatever it was, she knew it would be good.
The blond was a little more than eager making her down the short hallway to the rest of their home, hanging her keys despite her fast steps. She had to stop abruptly at what greeted her over the countertops to the kitchen.
Her boyfriend in his favorite pair of Batman-themed pajama bottoms, her daffodil diagram crop top, and headphones that also acted to help hold his hair back from his face.
Tim frowned and reached for his face, rubbing the light stubble that had started making itself known. His voice was a little disheartened, “Guess I forgot the past few nights. I’ll shave tonight.”
Tim really hadn’t expected to be tired at this event, at least not until he left; usually he could push the exhaustion away enough to be his usual socialite-self. It appears that he might have too much on his plate again.
His eyes took everyone on the dance floor, surrounding it, and those like him: sitting at their assigned table. Truthfully he couldn’t even remember who had even invited them at this point, maybe tomorrow he’d remember.
He blinked hard a few times trying to stay awake. Tim lazily swirled his drink, hoping the motion would keep him from passing out at this event. He wished Bruce had been able to make it, or better yet, go and he could skip the whole thing.
Maybe next time he could get Damian to come instead…
Actually nevermind, it would be odd for a teenager to come without a parent or guardian of sorts.
“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had prior engagements,” Tim raised an eyebrow accusingly. His smile though was soft and his eyes showed it to be a genuine question.
“Marinette got the fitting and adjustments done faster than anticipated, so I decided to take a flight back early,” she shrugged. “Besides I’d rather be at home with you a day early than be on a flight back before that shoot on Sunday.”
“I feel very special honey,” Tim nodded over at the couple on the dance floor, “The newlyweds know you came late?”
“No,” Tim’s smile widened. “When? How didn’t I know?”
“Few years ago, when we weren’t on good terms,” she glanced at the table for a second. Tim let out a sound of understanding before she continued, “Adrien and Kagami joined in, making it much easier.”
“How’d that go for Adrien,” Tim squined at her.
“It was certainly harder to get him one without the customers recognizing him. Decided the U.S. would be better for less recognizability,” she nodded with a small smile.
Tim looked behind her, “Should we at least help whoever's at the receiving end?”
Tim opened his eyes and pulled his face back a little to see her properly, “Is that why you haven't picked a date?”
“I–” she sighed. “What if we pick a day and that's the day the world ends for the sixtieth time?”
“Honey,” his serious tone quiet, “There’s going to be Supers, highly trained vigilantes, and people who can tip the balance of the universe at our wedding.” He brought his hand up and moved some loose strands, “I’m sure no matter what date we decide everything will happen without some organization crashing the important parts.
“And we know exactly who’s coming, so there’s no surprise assassins attending,” he joked.
“That's not funny,” she leaned away with a frown.
