Harlequin Romance. Tim hadn’t expected to spot him so soon, but the modelling of his forehead, and his cheekbones, were obviously, unmistakeably, Clark’s. His mouth was completely different though, and his jaw, and his eyes were a shade or two lighter in their blue. They landed on Tim, briefly, and Tim looked back, held the glance steadily for a beat, two, before looking away. It was a reasonable start to the mission.

The news that Timothy Drake, Gotham’s cryptid millionaire, has shot the Joker dead during a public live-stream hits the world like a freight train—and that is just the opening salvo of his bugfuck plan. Maybe there exists, in the multiverse, a configuration of Jason Todd who will weather this with decorum, dignity and self-respect. This version of Jason Todd decides that the life of an academic is not, really, all that rewarding. In contrast, the life of Timothy Drake’s live-in house-husband is looking more appealing by the second.