For the fic WIP ask game: bright
Tim is minding his own business and living his life when the most handsome man in the world turns up in his parents' living room.
"Oh my god, you're adorable," the most handsome man in the world says.
Tim experiences several very strong emotions, regrets getting bored enough to read all of of his mom's weirdest romance novels last summer, and squeaks. The most handsome man in the world laughs. Tim considers just dying on the spot.
The most handsome man in the world is tall and broad and muscular, with suntanned skin–white, but maybe mixed with a little bit of East Asian?–and pitch-black curly hair cut in a fade and intensely blue eyes and shiny gold piercings in his ears and eyebrow and lip. Tim is newly thirteen and only vaguely acquainted with how his hormones work, but they're already obsessing over the lip piercing. The most handsome man in the world also has his nails painted black and is wearing clunky rings and leather bracelets and a very, very tight S-shield T-shirt and jeans that somehow look even tighter, and his grin is brighter than literally any grin Tim has seen since the night he met Dick Grayson at the circus.
And he has a leather jacket. A leather jacket with spikes on it.
Tim needs a minute here.
Or an hour.
Or maybe to just immediately finish puberty and graduate to being anywhere in the vicinity of this guy's dating pool. Like–just anywhere.
. . . oh, wait, is he not straight?
Okay, new information about himself. Huh.
