I wish I could get Tim to look at my bruises, I told him he could kiss them and made them all better. I think that broke his poor little brain and not in the 'I will sit here consumed with lust' kinda way either. The 'omg I'm attracted to you but I'm a little afraid of your boobs and the rest of your girly bits and your confident sexuality' kinda way which means kissing him freaks him out.
But I don't have to worry about Tim Drake here, thank goodness.