Red Robin finished his night time patrol around 2 in the morning, crawling into his apartment through the window. He changed out of his costume and showered before going back to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbing two apples, because this is the part when the apartment's only other resident stumbles sleepily into the kitchen in search of their boyfriend.

Sure enough, Tim felt two thin arms around his waist and a nose nuzzle into the back of his shoulder. "Morning, Bart."

"It's too freaking early, you're moding the crash."

Tim laughed, maneuvering out of the embrace and handing one of the apples to the speedster. They ate together before they both crawled into bed, Tim pressed against Bart's back, wrapping his arms around him. He was about to drift off to sleep when Bart's voice interrupted him. "Have you ever thought about how weird names are for stuff?"

**-{+}-**

I really don't know what this is. It's just weird and short.

THE HUMMINGBIRD WAS JUST CALLING TO ME OKAY.

I own nothing.

**-{+}-**

Tim decided to give him an answer instead of just faking sleep (which he pretends he does often but he never actually does). "Like what?"

"Like… spooning."

Tim bit his lip to keep from laughing while he somehow managed to pull Bart closer. "Continue."

"Well, why is it called spooning? I've never gotten two spoons to fit together this well. Isn't there something else that fits together better then spoons?"

Seeing that Bart's rant was over, Tim leaned over to kiss his cheek before settling comfortably pressed to his back.

"Forking."

**-{+}-**

WHAT IS THIS EVEN

IS THIS EVEN

WHAT

-ARN