Requested by Anon – Halloween imagine where the reader and Tim drake go to a haunted house and Tim gets really scared and there’s lots of teasing on the readers behalf
“Are you sure about this (Y/N)?” Tim asked uncertainly as you dragged him towards the haunted house. You and Tim were at a local Halloween fair in one of the suburbs of Gotham.
“Yeah, it’s going to be fun,” you insisted, gripping his hand to keep him with you as you stopped at the end of the line. Tim bit his lip, gazing at the haunted house nervously. You notice, getting a playful smile on your face. “You’re not scared. Are you, Tim?”
“No, but it doesn’t mean I want to stumble around in the dark,” Tim argued. “None of these haunted houses ever have anything good, they just keep it dark to hide the lack of interior.” The gatekeeper at the front entrance glared at him, having overheard his insults.
You elbowed him in the stomach. “Now you did it,” you whispered, watching the gatekeeper pick up his radio, and talk rapidly into it. “They’re going to do their best to scare us now.”
“Great, another reason to get out of line,” Tim mumbled as you rolled your eyes before huffing in annoyance.
“Stop it, Tim. You have been doing this the whole night,” you scolded, glaring at him. Tim cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortable under your gaze. “It’s important to take a night off once and a while.”
“Yeah, but it’s Halloween, (Y/N),” Tim whined for the thousandth time this evening. “The creeps come out during Halloween.”
You sighed, resting your forehead onto his shoulder. “For the last time, Tim. The others have it covered for the night, so stop worrying and enjoy yourself.” Tim grunted as you found yourselves at the front of the line. The line attendant grinned mischievously at the two of you, leaving you with a sense of dread. You glanced at Tim, but he was too busy studying the outside of the haunted house.
“Have a nice time,” the line attendant said with a evil chuckle as he let you in. You and Tim walked in with Tim holding your hand tightly.
The first part of the haunted house was okay with creepy interiors, and ghosts that followed you. You weren’t scared, but Tim’s grip on your hand tightened as you progressed through the house.
It was the last part of the house that everything fell apart. Several ghosts jumped out at you, scaring Tim every time. He would push you behind him while glaring at the ghost, even though you could feel his hand trembling in yours.
You thought it was sweet until you reached the last hallway. It was dark, leaving both of you to stumble around until, suddenly, a ghostly projection of a person came flying towards you. You were startled, but mostly by Tim’s scream in absolute terror. He sprinted out of the haunted house, dragging you behind him. Once you were outside, Tim tried to keep running, but you stopped him.
“Tim, we’re outside,” you soothed while trying to control your laughter. “You’re safe now.” Tim glanced around wildly before sighing in relief. It took him a moment to remember his reaction inside of the house.
“Don’t laugh,” he warned as a few of your chuckles escaped your lips. “I told you I didn’t want to go in there.”
“Oh, Timmy,” you sighed, your laughter becoming uncontrollable. You collapsed onto a nearby bench as Tim stood blushing and pouting above you. “I didn’t know you were afraid of ghosts.”
“I’m not, (Y/N). I just don’t like surprises,” Tim grumbled, his face as red as his red robin uniform. “Stop laughing.”
“That scream though,” you gasped, tears springing from your eyes at your laughter. “I didn’t know your voice could go that high.”
Tim turned away from you. “Please stop it, (Y/N),” he begged when people started looking over at you. You noticed the desperation in his voice and did your best to calm down.
“Okay, I’m good,” you sighed, taking a deep breath to stop your laughter. Tim’s shoulders relaxed as you grabbed his hand to pull him down to sit next to you. “You know, it was cute when you tried to protect me from the ghosts.”
“It was instinct, I guess,” Tim admitted, smiling a little at himself. “That was pretty ridiculous, wasn’t it?”
You grinned at him before kissing his cheek. He blushed even more. “Yeah, it was, but it was adorable,” you replied, standing up. You pulled Tim up with you. “So, since we did about everything here, do you want to go home and watch a movie or something?” You had a devious smile on your face making Tim frown at you.
“Let me guess, you want to watch Ghostbusters, right?” Tim guessed, unamused.
“I just want you to feel safe, Timmy,” you explained, fluttering your eyelashes at him. He sighed, shaking his head while a tiny smile found it’s way to his lips.
“Fine, but promise me you won’t be telling Jason or any of the others about this,” Tim begged as you both headed towards your car. You gave him an innocent look.
“Oh, you know I wouldn’t do that,” you said with a sneaky look on your face. Tim glared at you, sensing the lack of truth in the statement.
“Master Tim, I wanted to inform you that no ghosts reside within the Manor.”
“Hey Timbo, I heard you screamed like a girl. Is that true?”
“TT, I can’t believe you thought the ghosts were real, Drake. You must be dumber than I thought.”
“Oh, Timmy. It’s adorable that you’re afraid of ghosts.”
Tim sighed at the bombardment of comments that followed him throughout the cave. He picked up his phone, dialing your number with the intent of revenge on his mind.
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