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A/N: This was supposed to be short and sweet and then I lost control …. I had a conversation with @sassyshoulderangel319 (I can already type that url out by heart) about this post and which one I would choose and then somehow this formed in my heart and jesus, it was such a good idea. I put it under a Read More because it’s ridiculously long and seriously… But I hope you guys like it!!
Word count: 6256 (YES You read correctly. I lost control)
Warning(s): Claustrophobia
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Your feet dragged across the floor as you walked towards the elevator.
Today was one of these days again. The kind that never ended and just seemed to drag on to eternity.
Your Head was pounding, your eyes were tired and your legs felt like someone had filled them with metal and put a magnet underneath the whole floor.
The building was already empty, which wasn’t a surprise at that time. It was already well past midnight and even the cleaning staff had been there and left again. You were alone, walking down the hallway.
Well, technically ‘alone’ except the one old guy who was lying there on his desk. You weren’t even sure if he was still alive but from what you heard through the gossip of the others, he just went through a nasty divorce and practically lived at his desk.
Poor Robert.
Well, at least he had a desk.
You knew you shouldn’t complain. You got a summer job at Wayne Enterprises. It was an opportunity some of your classmates would kill for, but there was always a catch with these kinds of things. What you didn’t expect when you signed all these confidentiality agreements was that your supervisor would be a lazy asshole that made you do all kinds of things you shouldn’t have to do.
But you had no say in the matter. Absolutely none.
So you sucked it up and got shit done.
And now that you had carried all these binders to the upper floor it was time to go down, get a taxi and sleep through tomorrow, your day off.
Almost lifelessly you pressed the elevator button, feeling like your finger might break from that little action.
Even the buttons up here were posh. The only thing missing was diamond-encrusting them. Maybe the Top floor had butlers that pushed the buttons for them?
You smiled at your own stupid joke, glad that nobody saw you. The doors opened and you stepped in. You pressed the last button and took out your phone. You haven’t had time to glance even once at it and were surprised to find 9 missed calls and about three dozen different messaged on it.
Elevator (Tim Drake X Fem!Reader)
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