Requested: No
Summary: This is… my first fic and it’s 1 am here in Europe. Comments and critiques are WELCOME. Also, requests are currently open. This is more..’Fun’ than anything else. If you squint there is even fluff. But don’t look too closely.
Word count: 1011
Warning(s): Light cursing?—–
Sure, being Red Robin came with a lot of successful missions. Like the time he busted that human trafficking ring in less than 5 hours, or the time he saved a school bus from being blown up. But one of his current most successful missions was, hands down, the fact that he convinced everyone he had a coffee addiction.
The clues were subtle until they were not anymore. In fact, Tim didn’t need the coffee to stay awake. His constant anxiety, nightmares and dread of being too late to save someone’s life every second of every day were sufficient for this but he couldn’t exactly use that as an excuse as to why he hadn’t slept for three days straight. His mind was constantly working overtime but his body had trouble keeping up and the coffee at least helped with that issue.
It was the perfect scapegoat.
Tim starred at his empty mug, a string of evidence related to his current case running through his mind while he starred at the imprinted batman symbol on the ceramic, as if it would reveal something important to him if he starred long enough.
His mind was working on autopilot for the past hours, rattling the evidence down like a grocery list, hoping that he would finally see the missing link.
He took a sip from his mug, that (Y/N) had probably refilled while he was zoned out. It took him three sips to realize that it was apple juice instead of coffee and yet he brushed it off and continued typing systematically at his keyboard.
“See? You owe me five bucks, Jason” you said as you sat on the couch, ignoring the running TV and instead staring at your boyfriend hunched over his laptop. Jason grabbed a handful of popcorn before he shook his head. “We said five. Don’t try to scam me, (Y/N).”
“Little Wing is getting scammed? How do I get in?” Dick suddenly spoke up from behind the couch before you felt him plop down next to you, pulling the bowl in your hands closer to him, much to Jason’s dismay. “Nobody invited you, Dickolas.” He shot and you shushed them both as Tim moved to take another sip from his drink.
The fourth.
“Are you kidding me?” Jason frowned and you giggled. When Dick shot you a confused look you explained. “I switched Tim’s coffee with apple juice. If he takes five sips without realizing it, Jason owes me five bucks.”
“As if I have that kind of money just laying around.” He grumbled, ready to throw a handful of the buttered popcorn in his hand towards his younger brother. “Next time we put vodka in there. He has to notice THAT.” Jason mumbled.
You shook your head. “Why do your suggestion always end up with someone drunk or shot?”
Jason shrugged. “Why don’t yours?”
Dick only laughed at the ridiculousness. “So, how many sips until you’re rich?”
With your mouth full of popcorn, you held up one finger and Dick nodded.
Tim lifted the mug again, the room silenced in anticipation before he downed the rest of the juice, trying to hide his smirk while he heard Jason throw the popcorn bowl somewhere in frustration. “OH, Come on!”
“Hey, I just vacuumed!” you protested while dick kept munching on the handful of popcorn he managed to safe a second before.
Tim finally looked away from his screen and locked eyes with you for a second, mug still in his hand. You, Dick and Jason stopped in your tracks, waiting for him to say something which he didn’t. He only sighed before he faced his brothers. “No Offence but how did you two come into my apartment … and why?” he asked irritated.
“(Y/N) left us in.” Dick said and you smiled innocently at you boyfriend.
“And you plan on leaving?” Tim asked. Well, it was more of a statement to which Dick scoffed and Jason scoffed only to mock the older one. “Well, thanks to your girlfriend, not in my current financial situation.” Jason stated. “I’ll probably have to crash on your couch till I have paid my depts.”
“You think I am going to let you sleep on my couch?” You frowned. “You can have the basement floor, at best.” You chuckled.
“Is this how you treat your future brother in law? Cold, (Y/N). So cold.”
“Brother in- What?? Did I miss something?” Dicks attention was immediately back at the conversation from wherever it was before. “You proposed?” he starred at Tim who was too tired to properly express how draining this situation truly was. He only pinched the bridge of his nose in defeated frustration. ‘Dick, we are only 19.’ Was what he tried to say but he wasn’t even sure if he had the energy to fight this right now.
“What? No! Nobody proposed! Did- did you even listen?” You said and Jason shook his head. “Seriously, Dickolas. Look, now you have made things awkward.”
“Could you both please leave my home?” Tim injected again but the argument between the two oldest brothers escalated as they started nagging at each other for something utterly unimportant, while you and your boyfriend just watched.
You looked at Tim from between the two arguing brothers and shrugged. “How’s the case?” you tried to change the subject and ignored his piercing gaze on you.
“Why did you invite them?” your boyfriend asked tiredly and you pursed your lips in fake thoughts. “I was bored.” You answered truthfully. “Also, I was 5 bucks low on cash to order some chinese food.” You added.
“Chinese? Can I get some too?” Dick stopped look at you two.
“STOP INVITING YOURSELF TO SHIT!” was Jason’s answer.
One a second thought, Tim mused as he took in the scene in front of him, surviving this family was probably his most successful ongoing mission so far.
He saw you laugh at the stupid argument his brothers had. A soft smile crept on his face.
Maybe right after making you a permanent part of his life.
Missions (Tim Drake X Fem!Reader)
Published
Toad's Cave 