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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.

Tim took a sharp intake of breath but was able to register who was touching his forehead before opening his eyes. He let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes. Tim smiled up at Zoé as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” his voice came out a little more exhaunted than he’d like.

“Hey,” she replied in a teasing tone.

“What,” Tim laughed quietly.

Zoé hummed with raised eyebrows, “I wonder.”

“Wonder what,” Tim inquired whilst fighting laughter.

“Why you’re a few minutes away from passing out at this reception.” Zoé held his hair back as she said, “This wedding reception.”

Tim pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Told you to have Babs do last night,” Zoé said with a tug of his hair.

“Aye,” Tim protested, pulling himself from the blond. He ignored those at tables surrounding them, watching, instead he focused on Zoé, “I’m sorry, we already had it scheduled and didn’t want to drop it at the last minute for sleep.”

“This wedding was also scheduled,” Zoé stated, using her arms to keep her up with his seat.

“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?”

“I messaged her maid of honor,” Zoé nodded to the woman crying at the food table. “She said she didn’t mind that much. Just glad I could show up to celebrate.”

“That’s nice,” he said. She nodded before a french accent sounded off on some attendee of the party. Tim watched amused as the young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Chloé?”

“Chloé,” she softly repeated.

“Shouldn’t we be running to save a server? It’s been awhile.”

“Actually Marinette and I got her to truly learn not to be so harsh on them,” she smiled, looking triumphant.

“Really? How’d you do it?”

“Got her to work in customer service,” Zoé grinned.

“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?”

“Come on,” Zoé raised her eyebrows again, she reached for his hands. “She doesn’t need babysitting. I came here to celebrate a wedding and to be with you.” she gave them a squeeze, “Want a dance?”

Tim smiled, “You sure I won’t pass out on the dancefloor?”

Zoé rolled her eyes as she drugged him to his feet, “Then I’d be reconsidering our relationship.”

“So don’t fall asleep?” Tim leaned into her face, teasing some more as she led them to the dance floor.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she said as they made it to the dancefloor.

They swayed, foreheads touching, and sweet content smiles. Zoé opened her eyes to glance at the bride and groom walking off the dancefloor; giving a quick kiss as they scurried off. Her smile grew a little wider, and almost sad.

“What is it,” Tim asked, eyes still closed.

“Just thinking about our wedding,” the woman’s voice was soft, wishful in a way.

Tim’s smile broke into a grin, “What about it?”

“I just, I just want it to be as calm as this. No villains, no timelines to hold off so they can get fixed, no one in the shadows– No threats,” Zoé sounded more heartbroken as she went on.

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.

“It is,” he grinned.

“You know I can just call it off if that's how this gonna be,” Zoé raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.

“You won’t,” he said before kissing her forehead.