Requested: No
A/N: I’m tired … and I’m in a weird mood today so here’s something I threw together to get it out of my system! This is more of a shitpost than an actual piece but hey, who cares? CHEERS!
Word count: 1185
Warning(s): Eating disorder hinted at?, Also its gonna make you uncomfortable
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“You know what always irritated me?” you asked into the room, your legs on Tim’s lap as you took a bite out of your third grilled cheese. There was a movie playing on the TV and the food in the current scene made you hungry. Even if you were currently munching down on food, you started to crave the deliciousness that was shown on the screen.
Tim’s attention was on the tablet screen in his hand, tipping away and solving things you had no idea about. It was probably something world-saving-important but to you, it looked like he was playing Tetris. Maybe he was?
“The Pizza Trope?” Tim answered your question without looking up, steading your legs when they accidentally touched the tablet he was holding.
“Yes!” You said enthusiastically as if he could read your thoughts. How did he know that this was what you were talking about?
Perhaps it was the pizza in the movie that tipped him off?
You’ll probably never know.
“You just don’t understand, Tim! It was so frustrating to read this in every damn fanfiction growing up, I thought I was crazy!” you motioned with your hands around as if you tried to physically show him the extent of your frustration.
“Are we talking the boyband fanfictions or the ones about the weird alien TV show?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion either about his question or about something that was happening on his monitor.
“Boyband one.” You answered, holding your food out to him as he took a bite without looking. We don’t talk about the Alien show. Ever. Again.” You stated and he nodded understandingly.
“I still remember this one time where that Trope was especially bad. There were like seventeen people in this scene. All talking about how hungry they were, even saying they were starving, and you know what they did? They heated up a frozen pizza. One frozen pizza, Tim. Seventeen people. And then, when the scene skipped to them being done, talking about how stuffed they were, like this was some kind of fucking joke, the main character got up and -get this now- put the leftover away. LEFTOVERS, Tim… Leftovers… Seventeen people… One. Frozen. Pizza.” your voice was filled with unfiltered despair as you barely noticed how your boyfriend had stolen your food, eating it as he watched you have your weekly meltdown right next to him.
“I’m sure it must’ve been traumatizing for you.” He said, licking the last residue of your grilled cheese off his thumb.
“I’ve never been the same ever since.” You said, attempting to joke but delivering it way more serious than expected. It felt like you forgot to do something right now? Didn’t you have something in your hand seconds ago? Or did you imagine this?
“Actually, I am serious now. Do you know how much this confused me? I thought that’s how much was socially acceptable to eat. I was so self-conscious of what I ate after that for so long.” your words hung in the air before you and you wished you could grab them and stuff them back to where they came from.
Maybe the sleep deprivation finally got to you.
“Well… Maybe that person thought the same thing? Maybe they just copied what they read once and made it just a little bit more extreme?” He said, his fingers dancing over the glowing screen in concentration.
“You mean like a game of Telephone where one person comes up with something shitty and the end result is even shittier?” Somehow, to your sleep deprived and dehydrated self, that made sense. He had a point.
“Yeah, like that.” He said and you put the plate in your hands away before cuddling into his side, your head on his shoulder as you got lost in your thoughts again.
“Are you done yet?” you asked him after a minute of silence as you watched the different windows and green text pop up on the tablet.
“Just five more minutes. Then I’m done, and we can go to sleep.” He said, pressing a short kiss onto your head without looking away from the screen once. He was a little bit tenser than before and you knew that meant he was very close to a breakthrough. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait to meet your bed and fall asleep in his embrace.
“Hey, Tim?” you started again, softly hugging his arm so he could still freely type away and work his magic.
“If there were fanfictions about you, what do you think would be the most common trope used?”
There was a pause in which he stopped typing and you didn’t know if you just made him mess something up or if he was thinking about your question. You hoped it was the latter.
“There are ‘fanfictions’ about me.” He finally said and you looked up at him in confusion.
“What?”
“I’m a public figure… Adoptive son of Bruce Wayne? There are stories like that out there about me … about Red Robin… and… other things.” He blinked tiredly as he seemed to think about something. His eyes weren’t focused on the screen anymore as he just stared ahead. His thoughts wandering. Searching.
“For some reason, people think I’m addicted to coffee?” he said, genuinely confused and you laughed at that. “And they don’t like my cowl.”
“Yeah, how else are they supposed to make sense out of your sleeping schedule? And your cowl does look stupid.” you teased but you immediately stopped when you saw the serious expression on his face.
“You know…” he started after a second, his eyes finally meeting yours as you saw the disoriented look in them.
“This is going to sound really weird…” he started as he visibly struggled with his thoughts. “But, don’t you think it’s weird how I rarely say your name?”
“What?” you asked in confusion, trying to understand his question.
What was he implying here?
“No, I just mean … It feels like I’ve been seventeen for decades now… I… I am not even sure how I met you? And …. I’ve been fiddling with this damn screen longer than it should take me to solve it. Almost as if it was by design? … Do you know what I meant? I don’t know but what if-“ he cut himself off as both of your eyes met in surprise.
A moment of silence passed.
“I think we should go to sleep.” Tim finally decided, putting the device away as he shook out whatever thought was still ghosting around in his mind. It was obvious that he needed some sleep. He already started to lose touch with reality.
“Yeah… I think we should.” You agreed, feeling as if the last drop of energy has been drained from you. You stood up from your position. Allowing him to do so too while you walked towards the bedroom, yawning.
“Oh, and Tim?” you asked as he turned off the TV.
“Hm?” he answered, his attention on you.
“Did you… eat my grilled cheese?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
“Asshole.”
Fanfiction (Tim Drake X Fem!Reader)
Published
Toad's Cave 