Prompt ~ Imagine being Tim’s favourite barista, knowing exactly what he needs from just the look on his face. But today you aren’t at work when he comes to get his coffee and he learns you have a bad cold (sorry I have it, please deal with me). Later that day you wake up from a knock at your window and to your surprise Red Robin is here to take care of you for a bit with… some soup he brought with him?
Extra ~ Tim Drake x Reader
Note ~ This request was a bit up my list, but I saw this when I was sick and it got my brain’s gears working. Sorry, writer’s block limits my creativity…
Tim walked into his favorite café, he loved it. Perhaps it was the cozy feel, the library section, the good coffee, or maybe it was a certain barista. You were the reason he came here on a daily bases, it was something about you that just made him intrigued. You were amazing, you could always tell just what he needed by look on his face. He didn’t even have to tell you anything, the second he walked into the café you already had his coffee being prepared.
To his surprise as he sat down you didn’t come by and place his coffee on the table, a different barista appeared a pen and notebook ready in her hands.
“Hello, what can I get you today.” She smiled at Tim.
“Uh my usual.” He replied, everyone in the café knew his name and his preferred type since he came often. It was usually you who would make if for him though.
“No problem Tim, coming right up.” The barista turned around.
“Wait.” Tim called her back.
“Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked.
“Oh she’s sick, from what I heard she has a bad cold.” The barista replied, walking back to the counter.
You sneezed into a tissue to what must have been the hundredth time. You snuggled into your couch under a mount of blankets desperately trying to stay warm. On the tv played Mulan, the cold had come out of no where. Maybe it was due to Gotham’s horrible weather, you didn’t want to miss a day at your job. You loved it, it had decent pay and amazing customers and coworkers. Especially Tim, at this time you would usually be sitting across from him chatting about anything and everything since there was always only a few customers left at such a late time.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your terrace window, you begrudgingly got up after the taping repeated. You opened it, a brisk wind entering your apartment.
“Red Robin?” You gasped out as he entered your apartment, shutting the window behind him.
“Don’t speak you’re wasting energy.” He pushed you back on to your couch, tucking the blankets in for you.
“Here, this should help.” He opened a bag, inside was a topped container, a delicious scent seeping from it. He opened it reveling vegetable soup. Red Robin carefully handed it to you along with a spoon.
“Not that I’m not grateful or anything.” You said, “Shouldn’t you be out in the streets fighting crime, how did you even know I was sick?”
“I have to help the citizens of Gotham anyway I can.” He replied.
“You didn’t answer my other question.” You poked at him, he turned to face you. A familiar shy small mirrored on his face.
“Hey you look just like- TIM?” Your mouth dropped open, his face turning into a flabbergasted one.
“You’re Red Robin?”
“I didn’t want you to find out this way, shit.” He looked down, his eyes not wanting to face yours.
“Thank you.” He looked up at you, confused by your reaction, He expected anger or rejection but instead you thanked him.
“What?”
“Thank you, you came to check up on me, it’s nice to know someone cares.” You smiled at him, your eyes full of glee.
“Of course, it’s what friends do.” He emphasized on the word ‘friend’.
“Well not just friends.” You continued, a hopeful look shining in his eyes.
“Does this mean were-”
“I would kiss you to clear things up but I don’t want you to get sick.” You giggled, you carefully peeled his mask off.
“But you can cuddle with me, I do need to stay warm.” You insisted, “Well if it helps.” He agreed tucking himself under you, a fluttering feeling settling in his stomach.
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