Requested: Yes and No?
Request: Tim panicking cause he remembered last second it was your birthday and had nothing for you and everything’s closed. So he tries to tell you he’s sorry he forgot just to find out when you thank him he’d planned everything months in advance to be delivered to you cause he knew he’d forget if he didn’t.
A/N: @mdsunnyleeharrison THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA! I really needed to write and post something to get myself out of this weird writing-block I’ve found myself in? Its just a bunch of self-doubt right now and this isn’t my best piece or even good but I hope you guys like it anyway. I just needed something to Kick the door in so I can enter and finish the good pieces I’ve been working on. LOVE YA!
Word count: 1459
Warning(s): Artist wet dream, nothing else, Just fluff
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It had started with a single sentence.
A single offhand comment that made his adrenaline shoot up while a giant countdown started to run in his mind, sending his whole body into a panic.
One moment he was walking into the Batcave, the lost antidote in hand and asking himself compulsively what would technically happen if someone who wasn’t infected would take said antidote. And in the next moment, Bruce had added it to the system and send him home with the reminder to go to sleep.
Everything would’ve been fine and dandy if Bruce hadn’t added a tiny little sentence before Tim even got the time to turn around.
“And tell (Y/N) Happy Birthday from me.”
Tim had stopped and blinked in confusion, staring at the capeless Vigilante in front of him while trying to process his words.
What?
Birthday?
Thankfully, Bruce wasn’t looking at him anymore as he was already deciphering the contents of the antidote at the bat-computer, trying to duplicate and multiply it. If he would’ve looked, he would’ve seen the perplex expression on his sons face.
Tim glanced over at his wrist monitor, tapping it once to check the date. As soon as the numbers appeared his jaw went slack. And then he ran, shooting out of the cave in seconds.
A small knowing smile crept up on Bruce’s face while the silence returned to the cave.
It was well past midnight and after the thirty-seventh closed sign in front of his face, Tim let out an annoyed and frustrated groan. Leaning against the glass door of the shop as he contemplated his options. Every art supply shop he knew about (thanks to the internet) was closed right now.
Flowers and chocolate weren’t an option because the damn shop was closed too.
Maybe a goldfish? No. He wasn’t even sure if you liked pet fish? And he wouldn’t even start to think about the condition these animals were held in.
Maybe something from a gas station? Yeah, no. He wasn’t quite desperate enough for that.
He could steal some of Damian’s art supplies, god knows that boy had more than enough of them (and so did you), BUT he knew that you would figure out in seconds that they were Damian’s, since you shared supplies with him a lot. You always noticed things like that. Not to mention what Damian would do if Tim actually went through with his plan. No.
Not only was he too late for your birthday, but he now had no present and only the gnawing knowledge that he had failed you on multiple levels.
Great.
He certainly wouldn’t get an award for ‘Best Boyfriend’ anytime soon.
He could always just lay down and die.
No.
Not helpful.
Not an option.
This left him with one final option.
First, leave the damn closed gas station before people keep wondering why Red Robin was on a scavenger hunt through Gotham and secondly, apologize to you.
He already knew what you would say.
You would just smile up at him with your loving eyes and sincere smile and say that that it was okay. That it wasn’t that important anyway.That you knew he was busy and you were just glad to see him. And you would mean it.
But he didn’t want you to settle for the worst and to accept this without complaining. It made him feel worse than if you would complain.
It made him feel so incredibly guilty.
You deserved someone better.
He sighed before he pushed himself off the closed door and started to walk towards your apartment.
He raised his arm, knocking on your window and opening it without hesitation before he silently slipped inside.
The living room was dark, but he could see the soft glow of a monitor illuminating your face. You sat on the couch, headphones in and blasting music loud enough for him to hear the individual words. He smiled, taking his mask off.
The TV was running, showing a cartoon while you were busy drawing on your tablet. He looked at you, taking in that picture. He wondered if he looked as equally as concentrated and determined whenever he was working on something. According to you, he did, but he was sure he wasn’t nearly as adorable as you were during it.
You looked up to see what happened on the TV when you noticed the figure in the corned, You gasped, jumping five feet in the air and almost dropping your tablet as you recognized the familiar shape just a fraction of a second later. A curse escaped you and he smiled guiltily.
“How long have you been standing there?” you asked, removing your headphones and trying to calm your dying heart before you put the tablet aside to get up.
You would never get used to this but at least your heart got a workout every time it happened.
“About a minute.” He answered truthfully, remembering why he was there again. “I know I am late but I am so-“ He stopped talking when your soft lips pressed against his, temporarily paralyzing him in confusion.
“Thank you.” you said, smiling before kissing him again.
It wasn’t a quick peck on the lips this time. It was a deep kiss with you pulling him closer and your hands in his hair.
But why where you kissing him? What were you thanking him for? Did he fix something? Did he say something? Did he DO something at all? Was he- Wait.
The gears started to kick into motion.
He just saw you draw on an interactive screen, one you didn’t have before and you once mentioned that you always wanted one and he could vividly remember researching them somewhen in the past. Considering that he knew that you couldn’t afford one and that he roughly knew how much one cost without having a clue about anything art related brought him to on conclusion.
It clicked.
Didn’t he buy you that thing right after you had mentioned you wanted one?
And didn’t he made sure it got delivered on your birthday bc he knew he would forget?
His body relaxed before his arms wrapped around you, kissing you back in response with a delay of a second. A single second in which his mind went through every possible scenario before he finally cracked the case. But it was long enough for you to notice it.
You broke the kiss with a grin, not stepping back from him and staying in his arms.
“You forgot.” You stated, visibly amused by his alarmed expression.
“What?” he asked, feigning ignorance but you knew better.
“You forgot that you got me a present.” You repeated.
“You bought me a Cintiq and you forgot that you did?” saying it out loud was making it seem so much more ridiculous than it actually was. Watching him contemplate if he should run or tell the truth was too.
But didn’t he came here to apologize anyway?
“Yeah, I did.” He finally confessed sheepishly and visibly guilt-stricken. “What gave it away?”
“Your hands. You did this thing where you nervously scratch your thumb without looking at it and you only do that when you feel guilty. It looked like you were about to apologize so I just connected the dots. It was either that or you cheated on me.” You explained casually and he blinked.
“So you just took your chances?” he asked, confused.
“Pff, don’t be silly. Nobody confesses to cheating on someone’s birthday.” You said matter-of-factly and he couldn’t exactly argue with that logic. “You either do it the day before or the day after, Duh. Adultery 101.”
“Isn’t it technically the day after?”
“Not if you haven’t gone to sleep yet.”
“Hm, that’s a lot of social rules nobody told me about. Makes me wonder … How many of these rules have I broken so far?” he humored you as you softly started to play with the hair at the back of his head, twirling it around your finger and letting it go as you pretended to count them in your head.
“Hm, about two hundred of them. Your old cowl broke at least nine of them. And the fact that you are not kissing me right now breaks about thirteen, at least.” You said and he chuckled.
“Thirteen, huh?”
“Yupp. You’re basically a social criminal. Most wanted list.”
He snorted at that.
“Shouldn’t I be hiding then? Change my identity and lay low for a while?”
“Hmh.” you nodded playfully.
“Fortunately I just so happen to know the perfect place for you to hide in.”
Your eyes locked for a moment, mischief glinting in yours.
“I think I would rather fix my mistake.”
“Go ahead.” you smiled. “Kiss me, then.”
And he gladly did.
Present (Tim Drake X Fem!Reader)
Published
Toad's Cave 