How to Deal with Being Mistaken for a Homosexual by Your Boyfriend?

How to deal with being mistaken for a homosexual by your boyfriend? [Copywriting]: Thanks for the invitation, I landed in Gotham and was forced to perform a city escape reality show as soon as I got off the plane. Cell phone? Very good, died heroically in a hail of bullets (in the physical sense). Online dating partner? Before they even meet, they face the ultimate crisis of losing contact and falling out of love (literally). My name is Silas Carl Drake, a conscientious CEO of a multinational enterprise. I have recently fallen in love (online) with Mr. Tim, a serious Red Robin enthusiast who is engaged in photography in New Jersey. In order to end this damn long-distance relationship, I came across the ocean. Then, I drifted to Gotham. Very good, DC Universe, as expected of you! The dimensional wall is as thin as a piece of paper! Now, my suitcase and I are cluttered on the streets of Gotham. I'm sure I just got a haircut similar to the one that's popular recently as "Tim Drake (comic limited edition)" instead of going to Korea to have a "Red Robin body copy surgery"! Why do those Gotham specialties (referring to thugs) yell "Get that Robin Bird!" When they see me? I'm really not him! My social-phobic online dating partner is more in line with the temperament of a Red Robin fan, okay? ——Oh yes, where are others? Pigeons coo coo... It's really going to end now! On the other side, Red Robin Tim Drake (the original) is also messy. There is a "ghost account" hidden in his phone, a guy from a parallel world also named Tim Drake. Over the past year, this has become his secret tree hole to take a breather. Talk about your worries and share your life (omitting dangerous content), and the other party actually accepts it all. Except for occasionally disappearing for a few months (signal crossing the dimensional wall?), Everything is peaceful. Until Bruce "passed away." Tim put on his Red Robin uniform and decisively severed ties. A year later, when the storm subsided, he opened the dusty mobile phone again. Then I saw——the confession message from the peer three months ago? And he himself... Agreed? ! Tim's Brain: The core processor is overheating and in desperate need of cooling. Tim's heartbeat: alarm bells ringing! Over! Egg! Got it! He must have been too excited to catch up! That silly, parallel universe self-proclaimed CEO myself! He really crossed! World! Boundary! Come! Got it! So, when on the smoky streets of Gotham, a CEO (Carl) wearing a business suit, with a hairstyle that resembled Red Robin but with "I am a social animal, please don't rob" written all over his face, and a vigilante (Tim) wrapped in a uniform, who had just come from the night patrol scene, with eyes full of shock and the complex emotions of "Sure enough", looked at each other - Carl: Brain freeze... Finished! It's fine to be caught flying pigeons! He looked like he was going to cry! (Inner roar: And what does it mean when we bump into each other?!) Tim: Brain overload... Finished! He literally came across the multiverse to find me! (Screaming inwardly: Oh my God, this face and this hairstyle! They are really the same person! QAQ! But he looks weird in a suit...) This is a chaotic romantic comedy about two-way oolongs, cross-dimensional horse-trading, a domineering president running into a socially-terrorist vigilante (?), And "Help, the person opposite me seems to be me and not myself." Social Animal CEO (Carl) & Red Robin (Tim) CP False Narcissus Warning OOC is the point of laughter A large number of private facilities Zero knife pure sugar cake Please be aware of the tendency to attack each other Inspired by a bizarre dream of "Red Robin and a peer". (Does this count as narcissus? Vote after reading this!) Intention: Eat some narcissus rice