ok but the best thing i’ve ever heard is that ray fisher was in high school when the teen titans animated show was happening and he was a super fan of it becuase he related to victor a lot and now he is out there being cyborg on the big screen
“Did you bring the picnic blanket?” You asked Tim as you placed the basket containing the food and drinks down on the grass.
He nodded and pulled it out of his bag. “Wouldn’t want you to burst my eardrum every time you see a bug crawling on your leg, now do I?” He joked, chuckling.
Your face scrunched up in disgust, “Don’t even bring them up,” you said, shuddering.
After getting situated, you and Tim made yourselves comfortable on the blanket. You handed him some food from the basket while he poured you a cup of your favorite drink.
“I love fall.” He mused, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Perfect time for drinking coffee outside in the mornings.”
“You always have to bring up coffee, don’t you?” You laughed at him fondly, laying your head comfortably on his shoulder.
“Well duh,” Tim muttered, “how else am I suppose to start a conversation? Don’t you remember? This was how we first started talking to each other.”
You sighed as the memories came rushing back, “You were so nerdy back then.”
“Back then?” He snorted, “I still am now.”
“A cute nerdy though.” You added, smiling cheekily, “If you had acted like Dick or Jason, or God forbid, Damian? I would’ve never looked in your general direction again.”
“That’s a lie and you know it.” Tim said, smirking smugly. It was one of those rare moments where he wasn’t afraid to show his inner Wayne.
You didn’t bother replying as you saw a group of people making their way over to light the fireworks.
Tugging on Tim’s jacket, you whispered excitedly, “The fireworks are about to start!”
And sure enough right after you said this, a loud boom was heard from above.
You and Tim leaned closer to each other and watched in amazement as the different colors lit up the dark, Gotham night sky.
Fireworks were the only source of light besides the moon that the people of Gotham could admire. Not many could see the stars because of the pollution, which killed your dreams of ever kissing Tim under them.
Tim breathed in the scent of your hair as the both of you continued to watch more rockets soar into the air. “Best night ever.” He whispered.