A/N: Only a few more of these to go!!!
#50. “Do you trust me?”
“Do you trust me?” Tim asked, eyes locked with yours. Not a good thing to ask while the both of you were dangling over the edge of some random old building.
When you’d appointed yourself as Tim’s personal assistant, it had been purely out of concern for his well-being. Sometimes, it seemed like he was insistent on running himself down. You’d keep an eye on him, feed him when it was necessary, help with him with his ever-growing pile of work, things like that. He didn’t seem to mind, had even tried to sneak in a raise to your salary without you noticing but you’d put a stop on that before it got out of hand.
Running away from evil defective robots out for blood and your heads on a silver platter, however, was definitely not in the description of your self-appointed job of Tim’s personal assistant. And definitely not how you were planning on spending your work hours. Maybe you should have agreed to that raise, after all.
“You know I do.” You told him.
“Then jump.” He said nonchalantly as if he wasn’t just asking you to basically throw your life away for him. Okay, yeah, you trusted him but maybe not that much.
“Tim.”
“It’ll be alright. I promise.”
“Fine but if we die, I’m gonna be so pissed.”
He laughed, “Ready?”
50 w Tim:)
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