Luke stopped and turned around. “Use me to get out of trouble you got yourself in?”
He nodded.
“How do you intend to use me?”
“By having you pretend to be my boyfriend, Tim.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” he replied. “Tim Drake.”
“You named your boyfriend after one of Batman’s Robins?”
His eyebrows practically leaped off his forehead. “You know that?”
This guy had to focus. “Why do you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend, who you named after a comic book character?”
“It’ll get my mother off my back,” he answered. He took three steps closer to Luke, his eyes wide and pleading.
“So you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend for your mother?”
He nodded. “And my father, of course. My sister will probably want to meet you too.” He stopped as an impish grin slid across his lips. He looked Luke up and down, and his grin grew into a full-on smirk. “And for my ex-boyfriend too. That jerk will shit a brick.”
“Do you think they’ll believe it?”
“Of course they will,” he answered, more to himself than to anyone else. “You’re perfect.”