Requested: Yes
Request: Tim Drake prompt: “I have and will sell you all for some coffee-“”Wait when did you sell us-“ “don’t ask”
A/N: Just a little something, This is more Batfam interacting than actual Tim fluff but since I bombarded you guys yesterday, I took it easy today 😀 I’m not even sure what this is but just a slice of life thing? Dunno.
Word count: 1064
Warning(s): Food mentioned
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Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked towards the kitchen where the lights were on.
You arrived just in time to witness Dick, already suited up, stuffing a piece of pizza into his mouth.
‘This can’t end well’ you thought as you brushed the skirt of your dress clean. You watched some cheese drip down onto Dick’s white dress shirt in slow motion.
“Shoot.” He said, mouth full.
I knew it.
“Watch your fucking language, Dickhead!” Jason’s voice boomed from behind you and you jumped in surprise. “There are fucking children here.” He said, covering your ears and you slapped them away.
Then he pointed at Damian. “Except you. I’m not even sure if you age like a human”
“Watch it, Todd.” The youngest Wayne growled, and you saw Dick slowly push the katana down that Damian had suddenly pulled up from nowhere.
“Guys, Alfred won’t be happy if you start this in the kitchen. He has no time to clean up blood again before the guests arrive.”
“Again?” you asked yourself silently in confusion, but you didn’t care to ask aloud. You were tired and hungry.
“Hey, can I have some pizza too?” you immediately asked as you saw the carton on the table. You sat on the stool as you took one, which Jason slapped out of your hand immediately.
“Respect your elders.” He said before he picked the piece up that fell onto the carton. You rolled your eyes. He just wanted to have the one with the most cheese. Asshole.
“Where’s Bruce?” you asked, ignoring him and picking up another piece. Nobody could destroy your mood when there was food involved but it seemed like they all seriously tried.
“Talking with Drake about his irrelevance.” Damian had said, his katana on the kitchen counter.
“Bruce is not irrelevant.” You said, tiredly, which earned you only a click of his tongue. He knew that you understood what he meant but he dropped it, much to your surprise. At least now you knew why Tim wasn’t in his room after you got out of the shower.
“What about Steph and Cass?” you took a bite of your pizza. You looked up at the three of them. Seeing them all in suits was almost unnerving.
“The hell should we know? Do you think we have everyone in this house microchipped?” Jason asked, and you smiled.
“No, I KNOW that you have each other microchipped.” You simply said and none of them even tried to deny it as they looked away.
“Seriously? You do?” Jason looked at his brothers in surprise. “What the hell??”
“I think they are getting ready.” Dick had said while ignoring Jason, and you watched him rub the stain on his suit with a napkin, which didn’t make it worse but didn’t help at all either.
“This is stupid. Fathers presence isn’t even necessary for this event.” Damian had finally said and strangely enough, it was one of the rare moment in which he actually looked a child with his crossed arms and the frown on his face.
“Uhm… He’s the host? I don’t know, I think it’s kind of necessary to attend the party one has organized. Also, it’s for charity.” You said before Jason interjected.
“He even got me to attend so suck it up, gremlin. You’re nothing special.”
In one moment you had enjoyed the delicious pizza in your mouth and in the next you saw Damian leap over the counter and straight at Jason, who only cursed under his breath before you heard them collide on the floor.
“Oh.” you said.
“I think I need to put on a new shirt.” Dich sighed, and you looked at him in disbelieve. That was his priority?
“(Y/N)? Where- oh hey.” Tim entered the kitchen, catching you trying to pry Damian off of Jason. Or rather trying to pry Jason off of Damian? You weren’t sure which on it was as Jason had Damian in a headlock and Damian was biting Jason’s exposed arm, drawing blood.
A sight that was all too familiar.
“Oh, pizza.” he only said, looking away from you before taking a slice.
“Tim! Could you help me a little here??” you asked and he only looked at the position you were in, considering it for a second. Was it worth getting involved? He probably should take a picture.
Suddenly both boys got out of your grasp and continued their battle. You even heard fabric rip but decided to let it go and return to your food.
“Thanks for nothing.” You said, blowing a stray strand of hair out of your face.
“Mhm, you’re welcome.” He said before handing you a glass of juice which you accepted hesitantly with a side eye.
“Why do you still even bother?” Tim asked and you shrugged.
“Geez I don’t know, maybe because I don’t want to see them kill each other?” you had said sarcastically and shot Tim a warning glance to choose his next words carefully.
“It’s best to just let them fight it out sometimes.” Dick said, coming back with his new shirt on.
“Lets out their energy before the party.” He added.
“I just don’t understand.” You took a sip of your juice, hearing gunshots in the distance. “Like, would you watch me physically fight my siblings?” you asked your boyfriend.
He seriously thought about it for a moment.
“No, but that is different. I care about you.” Tim said.
Dick gasped. “Does that mean you don’t care about us?”
Tim looked him dead in the eyes.
“I have and I will sell you all for a cup of coffee if given the opportunity.” He said and you chuckled.
“Wait, when did you-“ Dick started but Tim interrupted. “Don’t ask.”
“Even me?” you wondered out loud.
“Except you.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your head as he walked past you.
“I’m seriously concerned about what you just sai-“ Dick started again only for all of you to stop in your tracks when you heard Bruce’s voice boom through the halls
“What are you two DOING?”
Jason and Damian’s fighting had stopped.
All three of you looked at each other.
“We were never here.” Dick said, grabbing the pizza carton.
“Yupp.” Tim said, grabbing your free hand as you all scrambled and left the kitchen, leaving no evidence of your presence behind.
Pizza (Tim Drake X Fem!Reader)
Published
Toad's Cave 