[Western Crossover] Timmy! How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?!

【Second edit notice: The cover is a reaction image from a birdwatching group. I chose it because it represents both the male lead’s identity and how much the heroine likes him. It has no negative implications, so please don’t make inappropriate jokes about it. Thank you for understanding.】 Gotham’s matchmaking has always been astonishingly good. Ordinary people collide with superpowered ones, vigilantes brawl with villains, and the forces of good are forever entangled with the forces of evil. When Parati and Tim got together, the bystanders, unaware of how serious things were, tried to intervene. After all, the way these two acted around each other was just too strange. “You slept one hour and forty minutes less than the day before yesterday,” Parati asked curiously. “Working on those… little experiments of yours again?” Tim nodded as he munched on the sandwich beside her. “Why aren’t you where your location says you are?” Parati cupped Tim’s face, her voice full of concern. “Why aren’t you answering my calls? Why aren’t you replying to my messages?” “Sorry,” Tim said, his face squished out of shape. “I’ll try to avoid this happening again.” “Don’t go too far away from me.” Parati squeezed Tim’s hand. “I’d be… very, very, very worried about you, Timmy.” Tim said nothing. He simply squeezed her hand back in silence. From the outside, this looks exactly like a helpless teenager being threatened by a vicious stalker, doesn’t it?! · But as it turned out, Gotham’s matchmaking always had its reasons. · “I understand what you mean, and I understand your motives,” Red Robin said with a smile. “Under pressure? Afraid? Uncomfortable? Why would you think I’d feel any of those things?” “Wait!” Dick shouted as he beat up the spellcaster to break the hypnosis. “Tim! Wait!” Unfortunately, Red Robin, who’d been hit with a hypnosis spell, couldn’t hear his teammates’ shocked shouts. He took a deep breath, his cheeks turning pink as he took Parati’s hand. “I never said it before… but when you opened the window that night and sat beside my bed to watch over me, I knew we’d make it to the end together.” Parati covered her mouth, deeply moved. “And,” Red Robin added, looking a little embarrassed, “I’ve been keeping tabs on all your social media accounts, your likes and dislikes from the moment we met, and your daily movements… so now we’re even.” Nightwing stopped beating people up, stunned. “Give it up, Dick,” said a bystander with a bright red head, speaking in a tone of utter despair. “Can’t you see these two were made for each other?” 【Please note】 1. There may be a lot of scenes teetering on the edge of danger. 2. The whole story is a showdown between two stalkers at the top of their game. Neither one loses. 3. I wanted to write something cute, so the overall tone is lighthearted. Theme: My dream is to become a professional photographer.