Tim drake look at the girl sleeping on his shoulder. Her long, platinum blond hair falling in front of her face. She was an angel in his eyes and he would always protect her, even if it meant his life. She stirred slightly under his gaze.
"how long have I been out?" her voice was soft with exhaustion. She shouldn't be this tired with the amount of sleep she's claimed to be getting. Her skin was pale- she thought it was too pale, but he loved it, not that he'd admit to that. They were best friends. They couldn't be more. Could they?