Dropping hints (Tim Drake x Reader)

fellowintrovert:

You’ve been dropping some subtle hints to Tim on his possible nighttime activities.

Tim Drake is the best possible candidate for being the Gotham vigilante, and not to mention total heartthrob hero. When you would look at Red Robin in recent videos and news casting Red Robin just reminded you of Tim Drake. He was intellectual and resourceful, you can ask him anything and he knows the answer!

Not to mention he also walks into his classes with sleep deprived eyes and splotchy skin. He was trying to hide something on his face.

“Morning Tim!” You exclaimed dropping your bag on the desk in front of him.

Tim slowly looked at you and unfolded the hands that were on top of his desk. He has been sleeping on his desk for the past ten minutes. Gazing at you absently he suddenly stood up straight as if something shocked him.

“Morning!” He said in a not so believable cheery tone.

“It seems..” You began, leaning your head to his, “That you’ve been staying up late again?”

“Ah well, You know I study way too much.” Tim replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Any other things you do at night?”

“If you’re assuming that I sleep with people Y/N, then you are really off there.”

“Ugh! I didn’t say you were sleeping with people.”

That’s what Tim always did. Whenever you tried to press him on his nightly activities he turns it into some outrageous scenario. He has to fight fire with fire and the only way to stop your questioning is when he mentions anything explicit. It was a funny conversation to hear really.

“Where did you get those bruises from?”

“I was thinking about you and then I fell down the stairs.” Tim replied with a caring tone.

“Then you must think about me a lot since there is at least seven bruises you’re trying to hide.”

Tim merely shrugged his shoulders and gave a sheepish grin.

“I think about you a lot.”

You gave a skeptical hum of agreement and took out your phone. It was day 156 (yes you counted) and he still hasn’t admitted to being Red Robin. You were close though, he no longer denied immensely and you had a gut feeling that he was going to confess soon.

“Red Robin has done another victory in Gotham.” You sighed looking through the articles. Finding a stunning picture of him you slid your phone to Tim’s desk.

“It seems like you have an obsession with this guy Y/N” Tim teased.

You looked at Tim straight in the eye and with a serious tone you replied,

“Tim, I would marry him if I had the chance!”

Tim’s cheeks turned a subtle red, but held your phone up to his face to cover it.

“Y-You don’t even know who he really is!” Tim mumbled searching for the right words.

“I think I do.” You grinned.

“You would be in danger if Red Robin was stupid enough to date you!” Tim snapped back quickly.

You gave Tim a hurt look and before his could fix his words the professor walked in demanding silence in his class. He tried to say something to fix his words, but you pretended not to see his pleading eyes. Tim didn’t mean it like that, but it came out all wrong.

After a grueling hour the class was dismissed. Tim quickly packed up his things and ran after you.

“Y/N… Y/N!” Tim shouted catching up to you.

“Yeah?” You replied with a glum tone.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Tim began,

“I feel… I mean… Red Robin would love to date someone like you. I mean who wouldn’t? You’re kind and caring, not to mention very independent and resourceful… you can put a lot of clues and hints together.”

Tim clutched his backpack a little tighter and took to breath to regain his train of thought.

“It’s just the superhero life, it’s dangerous you know? You could get hurt and I… I mean it would break his heart if something happened to you.”

You gave Tim a skeptical glance. Afraid that his words didn’t make you feel better he quickly blurted out.

“I would love to date you Y/N, but I just don’t want you to get hurt. If word got around that Red Robin was dating Y/N L/N they would…”

Before he could finish the sentence you gave Tim a bone crushing hug.

“I knew you were Red Robin.” You mumbled into his shoulder.

Tim held you closer and rested is head atop of yours.

“So you said that you would marry me?”

“Tim, this was a such a good moment and you ruined it.”

“What? I had to know if it’s true.”