Request: Hey hey! I like your two stories so far and I was hoping you can do one for me. Can you do a thing where Tim has a girlfriend who is super close to Damian( & vice versa) and the two bat bros are starting to fight over who gets to spend time with her?
A/N: Sorry this one was a little short!
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“(Y/N)!” The front door of the manor swung open before you were tackled by a familiar young boy. Damian Wayne was always uncharacteristically happy and loving around you; despite being Tim Drake’s girlfriend. You hugged him back and lifted him so his feet dangled above the ground and then entered the huge manor.
“I heard you are staying over for the weekend, is that correct?” Damian asked excitedly as he released himself from your grip and proceeded to grab your hand.
“Yup!” You replied, letting the youngest Wayne pull you over to the couch.
“This is wonderful! We can play with Titus and watch movies-”
“(Y/N)! You’re here!” Damian’s happy ramble was cut off by your boyfriend who’d just came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands. He placed the mug down and jogged over to you before scooping you off the couch. “You will not believe what I’ve planned for us this weekend,” he whispered, a smirk on his face.
Before you could say anything, Damian hopped off the couch and yanked at Tim’s shirt. “But (Y/N)’s going to spend time with me!”
You were still in Tim’s arms as the two brothers began to bicker.
“I was the one who invited her in the first place!”
“So? I believe (Y/N) will have more fun with me than you, Drake!”
“Shut it, demon spawn, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even know (Y/N)!”
“But I do know her, don’t I? And I’ll be spending this weekend with her no matter what!”
The two boys continued to yell at one another, with you literally being in the crossfire as Tim’s grip on you never faltered. You sighed as you listened to Damian just straight up insulting Tim on one end, and Tim throwing back snarky comments on the other. Tired of them shouting into your ears, you decided to intervene.
“Ladies, please,” you said in a faux cocky tone, “there’s plenty of me to go around.”
“But I am not fond of sharing.”
“Well, neither am I if it’s my girlfriend we’re talking about!”
Hi, thank you for sending in this request. I haven’t really kept up with the comics lately so I’m not quite sure how Tim is portrayed there so it probably has some discrepancies. So it’s very short too since I haven’t kept up with the comics. That aside, thank you and hope you enjoy!
You are currently helping Tim clean his room when you came
across a few blueprints and you frown when you recognized half of the
blueprints – some of those places were where you often frequent to – and you
pull the box from under the table, sitting on the floor as you went through the
boxes.
“Babe, what are you doing?” Tim asks you over his shoulders
when you stopped talking to him mid-sentence and he turns to face you when you
didn’t reply to find you looking through the blueprints he had forgotten he had
kept. He crawls over to you and you look at him.
“Did you design all of these?” You ask him incredulously,
amazed by how talented Tim is. You rarely ever hear him talk about what he has
achieved, other than the successes he has whenever he is doing missions, but
these designs were simply really great and you still can’t wrap your head
around the fact that Tim has been doing things like this. You honestly see Tim
in a whole new light – you knew he is always super busy, what with his patrols
and sometimes laziness in wanting to leave his room, but now that this box has
been opened, you are pretty much interested to know what else Tim has done. “What
else have you done, Tim? Why have you never said anything about this?”
Tim rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before laughing
quietly at your excitement. He reaches for the box and takes out a couple more
blueprints and photos. “It was nothing, Y/N.” Tim shakes his head at your
compliment. “I had a lot of free time on my hands in between missions and
research so these thing happened instead.” He informs you as he spreads the
blueprints and photos.
“It’s not nothing, Tim – don’t downplay your achievements
like that.” You frown at him before looking at the blueprints and photos. “This
is seriously great, Tim – I can barely even multitask between doing assignments
and other stuff even when I have free time in between.” You point out because
trying to multitask is really not an easy thing to do, especially when you have
a short attention span.
Tim flushes slightly under your watchful eyes and sincere
compliments. “If you say so, Y/N.” He shrugs his shoulders before telling you
about all of the things he has managed to achieve when he had a couple of time
to spare on his hands. Halfway through his conversation, you realize that you
have barely listened to a word he said because of how excitedly Tim is telling
you about his adventures. The smile on your face grows until your cheeks are
beginning to hurt and the amount of love and respect you have for him just grew
tenfold!
“You’re so amazing, Tim.” You cut him off and when Tim
looks at you, you throw your arms around him, nuzzling in to his shoulders. Tim
chuckles but wraps his arms around you too, pulling you over to him. All
thoughts about cleaning the room long forgotten in favour of having you in his
arms.
You’ve been dropping some subtle hints to Tim on his possible nighttime activities.
Tim Drake is the best possible candidate for being the Gotham vigilante, and not to mention total heartthrob hero. When you would look at Red Robin in recent videos and news casting Red Robin just reminded you of Tim Drake. He was intellectual and resourceful, you can ask him anything and he knows the answer!
Not to mention he also walks into his classes with sleep deprived eyes and splotchy skin. He was trying to hide something on his face.
“Morning Tim!” You exclaimed dropping your bag on the desk in front of him.
Tim slowly looked at you and unfolded the hands that were on top of his desk. He has been sleeping on his desk for the past ten minutes. Gazing at you absently he suddenly stood up straight as if something shocked him.
“Morning!” He said in a not so believable cheery tone.
“It seems..” You began, leaning your head to his, “That you’ve been staying up late again?”
“Ah well, You know I study way too much.” Tim replied with a nervous chuckle.
“Any other things you do at night?”
“If you’re assuming that I sleep with people Y/N, then you are really off there.”
“Ugh! I didn’t say you were sleeping with people.”
That’s what Tim always did. Whenever you tried to press him on his nightly activities he turns it into some outrageous scenario. He has to fight fire with fire and the only way to stop your questioning is when he mentions anything explicit. It was a funny conversation to hear really.
“Where did you get those bruises from?”
“I was thinking about you and then I fell down the stairs.” Tim replied with a caring tone.
“Then you must think about me a lot since there is at least seven bruises you’re trying to hide.”
Tim merely shrugged his shoulders and gave a sheepish grin.
“I think about you a lot.”
You gave a skeptical hum of agreement and took out your phone. It was day 156 (yes you counted) and he still hasn’t admitted to being Red Robin. You were close though, he no longer denied immensely and you had a gut feeling that he was going to confess soon.
“Red Robin has done another victory in Gotham.” You sighed looking through the articles. Finding a stunning picture of him you slid your phone to Tim’s desk.
“It seems like you have an obsession with this guy Y/N” Tim teased.
You looked at Tim straight in the eye and with a serious tone you replied,
“Tim, I would marry him if I had the chance!”
Tim’s cheeks turned a subtle red, but held your phone up to his face to cover it.
“Y-You don’t even know who he really is!” Tim mumbled searching for the right words.
“I think I do.” You grinned.
“You would be in danger if Red Robin was stupid enough to date you!” Tim snapped back quickly.
You gave Tim a hurt look and before his could fix his words the professor walked in demanding silence in his class. He tried to say something to fix his words, but you pretended not to see his pleading eyes. Tim didn’t mean it like that, but it came out all wrong.
After a grueling hour the class was dismissed. Tim quickly packed up his things and ran after you.
“Y/N… Y/N!” Tim shouted catching up to you.
“Yeah?” You replied with a glum tone.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Tim began,
“I feel… I mean… Red Robin would love to date someone like you. I mean who wouldn’t? You’re kind and caring, not to mention very independent and resourceful… you can put a lot of clues and hints together.”
Tim clutched his backpack a little tighter and took to breath to regain his train of thought.
“It’s just the superhero life, it’s dangerous you know? You could get hurt and I… I mean it would break his heart if something happened to you.”
You gave Tim a skeptical glance. Afraid that his words didn’t make you feel better he quickly blurted out.
“I would love to date you Y/N, but I just don’t want you to get hurt. If word got around that Red Robin was dating Y/N L/N they would…”
Before he could finish the sentence you gave Tim a bone crushing hug.
“I knew you were Red Robin.” You mumbled into his shoulder.
Tim held you closer and rested is head atop of yours.
“So you said that you would marry me?”
“Tim, this was a such a good moment and you ruined it.”
You woke up in bed alone. Not an unusual circumstance, to say the least, your boyfriend spent more time at his computer screen than in bed. Tim Drake was an odd one alright, nearly always on a coffee induced high, rarely ever caught sleeping.
So you got out of bed, hoping that you could maybe convince him to get at least an hours sleep. Not that you were particularly successful anytime you had tried that approach previously. Maybe if you got him on a full stomach you would have at least a little bit of a chance.
Eggs. bacon and pancakes would do just fine you decided. A nice, not so balanced breakfast to lure your sleep deprived boyfriend into bed. So you made a start on that and went to go get your boyfriend to feed him some real food because cheez-its don’t count.
“Tim, honey, I’m making breakfast, do you want some?” you asked, walking from the kitchen into Tim’s study, spotting your boyfriend hunched over a tablet.
“Oh my god Tim are you okay? What happened?” you rushed over to your boyfriend’s side, who was shaking like a chihuahua.
“Oh yeah, that, well you see, last night I was like so close to cracking this one case that’s been bugging me for some time now,” Tim said, all in in a rush, looking like he was going to explode if he didn’t get the words out fast enough. Not a good sign.
“Yeah, and?”
“Well I was super tired, so I went up to get some coffee, give me some energy, you know? Anyway, I decided you know what gives me energy, aside from coffee? Energy drinks! So, if I mixed the two of them together then I would have so much energy, enough to get ten cases solved.” Tim said, zooming through his explanation faster than The Flash can run.
“Oh god Time we need to get you to a hospital, you need to get your stomach pumped. What were you thinking? Do you want to get Caffeine poisoning? Because that’s how you get caffeine poisoning.” you berated him as you ran around, frantically gathering up your car keys and phone, dialing Bruce’s number to tell him what an utter idiot his son was.
“Woah, Woah Woah, why don’t you just take a deep breath, and calm down for a second, I’m Red Robin, I’ll be fine, I can handle-” his sentence was cut short by him vomiting in the trashcan next to his cluttered desk.”
“Gross. Car. Now,” you grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the door, still in your pajamas bottoms and one of Tim’s old t-shirts.
You texted Bruce to ask him to bring some spare clothes to the hospital while you were loading Tim into the car, with a bucket in case he got sick again. He did. Several times.
You met Bruce there, who had thankfully brought you new clothes and some basic toiletries. They rushed Tim in to get his stomach pumped immediately, the work of Bruce no doubt, you didn’t even have to check in. You changed while they prepped him and stayed with him while they pumped all the toxins from his body. They were keeping him in for observation, to make sure he was all okay. It was apparently the worst case of caffeine poisoning they had ever seen. Go figure.
His brothers showed up at around lunchtime, with burgers in hand, not that Tim was getting any. Which he complained about until you pointed out that if he’d just used his brain instead of doing stupid shit then he wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. That shut him up fairly lively.
His brothers had taken pictures, to which Tim sulked. He asked if you were okay with that, to which you said of course you were, it was going to be your family Christmas card. They let him out by the end of the day, with a firm warning of no caffeine for three days and only one cup of coffee a day after that for at least the next month. Tim was outraged, you were delighted.
“So,” you said, kicking your shoes off as you entered your apartment, “what lesson has been learned today?”
“Don’t mix coffee with energy drinks, you’ll definitely regret it,” Tim sighed, rubbing his head and making his way towards the kitchen.
“What are you doing now?” you asked as you saw him pick up a notepad and red sharpie.
“Making a little reminder,” he said, ripping the piece of paper from the sketchpad and opening up the fridge, where he placed the note on top of the energy drinks.
“Note to self, that kills people. Do not do again.”
“Dramatic, but fitting,” you said, as Tim came over and sat down next to you with his arm slung over your shoulder, cuddling into each other while watching some old re-runs. Finally, maybe now he’d doze off.
Commoner Tim Drake falling in love with a Princess
•To say that Tim Drake was one of the smartest adviser in the empire was a understatement.
•He was probably the smartest in the world.
•With his genius mind and commoner upbringing Tim Drake was the talk of the empire.
•Much to the other nobles envy he was found by the (Last name)’s King and was employed.
•Many bribes was always offered to Tim from many different kingdoms in trying to make him join.
•Marriage proposals would often be recommended to him in both lust and selfishness.
•”So Master Tim, I know you know my daughter very well.” A Lord would gesture to the dazzling girl pretending to remain composed.
•”Yes your Lord, I do.” Tim would reply as monotone as possible.
•”If you’re… looking to be married.”
•”With all respect I do not wish to be married,” Tim would begin, “As you well know I have a commoner upbringing, that will surely raise questions if I were to marry your daughter.”
•Tim always threw in the Commoner card in order to keep good relationships with these nobles.
•But Tim remained loyal to the (Last name)’s much too the Kings approval.
•But it wasn’t the pay that kept him there.
•It was the fierce and charming Princess (Name) who he was able to see everyday.
•Against his better judgement he developed feelings for you.
•On one of his first days of being an advisers the King introduced you to him.
•”(Name) I would like you to meet Master Tim Drake.”
•You begrudgingly put down your book down to look at him.
•”You are an adviser correct?”
•Tim was startled of the powerful tone you had.
•”Yes Princess.”
•”So he reads?”
•Your Father replied,”Why Yes (Name) it would be ridiculous if he could not.”
•Tim grimaced at your comment. Just because he was a commoner you seemed to downgrade him on that!
•But his thoughts went a mess as you suddenly smiled.
•”Finally you introduce me to some civilized company Father. If I had to put up with another suitor who pretended to like literature I was going to faint!”
•You got up to greet him and as Tim politely kissed your hand.
•”We should discuss literature sometime Master Drake, charming looks and I’m sure that’s there is a brilliant mind too.”
•As you exited the room Tim knew right then and there that he would admire you.
•His brothers would constantly tease him about this.
•And much to Tim’s dismay one of his brothers Jason worked at the castle too.
•Some days he would see Jason talking to you with no doubt in his mind telling you of his feelings.
•”So Princess, did you know my intellectually little brother had feelings for you?” Jason blurted out of nowhere.
•You quickly looked up surprised, “You’re lying.”
•”I would never lie to you.”
•”I don’t think I would be suitable for him.”
•”He finds you perfect. See how he stares at you a lot. He had feelings for you since day one.”
•Your cheeks turned pink but you tried to brush it off, “I’m sure it is of no importance.”
•Jason grinned at your blushing face, “I keep egging him on to confess but he won’t do it… I’m sure if he had some proof…you know Princess… if you returning the feelings you would finally get the actual suitor you’ve been wanting.”
•”Do as you must.”
•”So you want him?”
•”Do you have to say it in those terms?”
•Jason shrugged carelessly, “I’ll take that answer as a yes”
•Days at the castle Tim spent most of the time advising the King.
•But when he wasn’t he spent most of his free time with you.
•He also was in charge of your suitors.
•Traces of jealously would come through him as he saw countless men try to capture your heart.
•But always felt happy in the end when he would lead them out the door defeated.
•As of late Jason kept nagging him to confess.
•”C’mon Tim we all know how you feel about her. Just get up and kiss her! It always works for me!”
•”I can see that it works quite well. You have no wife after all.”
•Jason threw a wet towel at his face.
•But as time went on the King became restless of you not getting a suitor.
•He oraganized a extravagant ball to get suitors from around the world.
•You we’re far from happy But Tim was instructed to make sure you stayed in the room.
•When the ball became too much you left for the garden when Tim became distracted.
•He found you in the dark garden staring at some flowers.
•”You rejected the Prince of Ray today?”
•”Correct.”
•”He seemed suitable and the King-“
•”My Dad just wants me to marry someone I’ve rejected too many.” You replied glumly
•”My apologies Prin- (Name)”
•”We’re alone Tim so it’s alright to not be so formal.”
•Tim cleared his throat and proceeded to ask,
•”Do you plan on marrying someone.”
•You looked at him with that same gaze before mumbling a small “..yes..”
•”Any traits in particular.”
•”To be frank, someone like you.”
•Tim muttered out a nervous thank you and looked down. You appeared to have something on your mind so he quietly offered.
•”But if you don’t plan on marrying anyone… we could… My apologies I don’t know what-“ Tim began to back out
•”No!” You said eagerly, “What were you going to say?”
•Tim thought of his brothers Jason’s advice and adruptly got up.
•Before he could have feelings of regret he quickly placed a chaste kiss on your lips.
A/N: I am thinking about coming back to writing more stuff for this blog . I miss writing for you guys!
The weather in Gotham was finally starting to feel like Fall. Sure it rained almost every other day but now it wasn’t so hot and humid afterwards. The chill in the air was from the actual weather and not some super-villain, trying to freeze the city for revenge or whatever. Tim was glad for change because this meant he could wear his favorite sweater. If only he could find it. He tore through his closet, dresser and even the pile of dirty clothes. He was going to be late because of this and he couldn’t skip getting his coffee. He really needed that today.
He stopped throwing clothes around when he heard the front door open and a soft voice singing a song.
“Tim! I hope you are up.” the voice said and Tim walked out of his room with a smile. That voice was all he needed to feel better, no matter how corny that seemed. He huffed fondly when he saw you and what you were wearing.
“I got your coffee so you can sleep in a bit before you had to leave.” You walked over to him with his drink in your hands. The sweater you were wearing was red and stretched out fro years of tugging. The best thing about it was that it always smelled like your boyfriend.
“Thank you.” he smiled and took the drink from your hands. “Im going to need that sweater though too. You’re lucky enough to stay in bed all day.”
Laughing, you leaned in to softly peck his lips. “If you want it, you gotta take it off of me.” you whispered just centimeters from his soft lips.
Short one to see if I understand Tim Drake’s character; I’ll work on it with future fics. I hope you enjoy! Comments highly appreciated! Tim Drake x Fem!Reader
Usually
when one wakes up, they never remember how they wake. They never remember what
position they were in, or when they realized they were awake. This is a
different story for you, especially nights spent in the Wayne Manor.
Every
morning, it’s the same awkward but warm arms that are wrapped around you, with
your head on the crook of his elbow and bicep; the only thing is that you can
never recall when those arms wrapped
around you. They were always wrapped around you where your back touched his
chest. Never the other way, that’s how you liked to fall asleep.
There’s
always a smell of coffee. It never mattered what kind of coffee because coffee
has a distinct, strong smell. It never bothered you, of course not. It was a
part of him. If coffee could be in anybody’s DNA, it would definitely be in
his. His smell of coffee always mixed with the smell of old spice. It was a
weird combination, but it was him.
You let out
a little exhale, slowly and carefully stretching your body against him. Your
hands wrapping his forearms and giving a delicate squeeze. His arms tightening
around you, giving you a gentle squeeze back. He’s always so warm and snug
against and with you.
“Good
morning,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. A little hum
of content reaches his ears and he chuckles. You tilt your head up towards him,
pressing a soft kiss against his jaw line. You can’t remember when Tim went
from awkward and scared that he’d break you if he hugged you too tight to this boy
beaming with confidence and love. You would never complain, oh no. Before in
the eye of the public, it was only strokes across your knuckles while holding
your hand; now, it’s soft pecks against your lips and holding you close to him.
You smile against his jawline.
“Good
morning, Timmy.” Only you could call him Timmy; but of course, there was the exception
of Jason teasing him always. “What’s the plan for today?” you whisper, running
your fingertips gingerly against his forearm, goosebumps rising at your touch.
“Well, it’s
Saturday and it’s only seven thirty in the morning, plus, it’s a special day
today,” he murmurs, his gaze was dazed over with something. He presses his lips
against your forehead and continues, “I was thinking we make it a lazy day
until we go out for lunch.” You close your eyes as you smile. Tim worked
himself way too hard and you lost count of the multiple times you told him that
his sleeping habit was out of control and that he stressed himself out way too
much; you remember catching him creating some kind of
heart-attack-in-a-sip-but-it’ll-keep-me-awake drink.
“What time
did you guys come home last night?”
“Three.”
“You only
slept four hours?” you question and raise an eyebrow. He gives you a sheepish
smile and you roll your eyes, patting his forearm to give you some room. He
releases his hold, his arms still hovering around your form but quickly tucking
you back in once you turned yourself over completely, your chest to his. One
hand made its way to the nape of his neck and the other went to cup his cheek. The
hand that belongs to the arm under your body begins to stroke your lower back
underneath your shirt, making you want to fall back asleep. The other hand made
its way to your chin, tilting your head to his once more.
“That’s
why I suggest a lazy day. You in my arms, under this comforter,” he says
gently, pressing a feather-light kiss onto your lips. Your eyes close and you
kiss back with the same caution, running your thumb across his cheek before
pulling back.
“You
promise to actually sleep?”
“Y/n…I took
patrol off just for you tonight. It’s lazy day just for you.” Your eyes brighten,
and a grin reaches your lips. The hand cupping his face moves to back of his
head and pulls him in for a full kiss. It was short, sweet, lazy. He pulls away
but stays close enough that your noses touch.
“Happy
birthday, Y/n,” he whispers, his chin resting on top of your head and your face
making its way face to the crook of his neck, breathing him in and your body
relieving itself, slumber taking over.
You jumped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to make it to your mentor’s secret hideout. Having just stolen a new piece of tech Ivy would use to make her spores and pollen stronger and more potent. It was pretty easy up until Red Robin made his grand entrance.
You thought you had just lost him when he landed in front of you, his wings flared out before he stood up to look at you. “Hm” You brought your finger up to your chin, looking him up and down. “Ya know, I thought Nightwing was always the one with a flare for the dramatic.”
He scoffed and shook his head. “Well I’m not Nightwing” He shook his head. You walked around, circling him. “Yeah, your ass isn’t as fine. Other than that all you bird boys are the same to me.” Shaking your head.
Tim shook his head and turned to face you. “Stop playing games. Return what you stole and you can go.”
You groaned and threw your head back and looked down at a small sprig of ivy growing up the side of the building. “Ugh, always so serious.” You made the ivy grow a little with the flick of your head. “Don’t you ever stop and smell the roses bird boy?”
“No, not with criminals around.” He shook his head making you roll your eyes. Walking up to him you walked your fingers up his chest. “Come on Red Robin, have a little fun.”
He grabbed your hand and put it back at your side. Trying to seem professional, however you didn’t fail to notice as his head was tilted so you could tell he was staring at your lips. “Hm” You pushed up on your toes a little, your lips centimeters from his only to pull back and walk away. “No fun at all.” Looking at your nails, you returned to the ivy growing.
“I’m going to say this once more, hand the tech over. I don’t want to hurt you.” He extended his bo staff and you laughed. “Hurt me? You can try.”
He charged at you only to be wrapped in a tangle of ivy and vines created by the flick off your wrist. He tried to escape them from his new place on the ground. Walking up you knelt next to him and held his chin.
With a smirk you connected your lips to his. Not being surprised as he kissed you back, deepening the kiss with a tilt of your head. It was pretty heated as you nipped at his lips and tongues collided. “Mm” You hummed and ran a finger down his jaw. “Now that was fun. Hope to see ya around bird boy.” Grinning and winking before standing up and jumping to another rooftop.
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