A Soulmate Universe where you have a compass on your arm, that constantly points you in the direction of your soulmate.
Your friends were weirdos, that’s part of the reason you loved them, but you had to draw the line at midnight scavenger hunts around Gotham. It’s like they wanted to get killed. Actually, the reason they wanted to do it at night was so none of your parents knew they were teens trying to find their soulmate, and because a bunch of your friends wanted their soulmate to be a superhero.
Still, even if you weren’t so bothered by tracking down your ‘meant to be’, you were dressed and walking around Gotham staring at the clock on your forearm. The group of about eight had split into four pairs, taking turns on who’s compass to follow. You were with one of your guy friends, who was desperately hoping his soulmate was Batgirl, and currently following your compass – which didn’t seem like it actually knew where it was supposed to be leading you.
You had walked in a circle about five times by this point, trecking around central Gotham, and stopping for coffee three times. You wanted to give up, but your friend – Ben – refused to let you. He thought the constant change meant your soulmate must be close by and looking for you too. It was a common thing among teenagers, looking for your soulmate in a big group like it was a scavenger hunt.
“Have you noticed that it’s stabilised?” Ben tapped the compass, waiting for it to tell you both to double back.
The compass was pointing into an apartment building. Maybe your soulmate had been out looking for you and just headed home after giving up. Now that you were at an actual real-life location, you didn’t want to go inside. A soulmate was a big thing and finding one changed your life a lot. What if you didn’t like him? What if he didn’t like you? You hadn’t even wanted to go looking for him in the first place but now you were going to meet him!
You turned around but the compass stayed pointing at the building. Ben grabbed your shoulders tightly and walked you to the door.
“He’s going to love you,” Ben assured you, watching as the compass needle moved slightly, no longer pointing to the door, but to the side. You didn’t have anything to worry about, after all, this wasn’t his apartment building. You were freaking out over nothing. Then the needle led you to the fire escape. “Climbing a high scary building on a fire escape, just how I wanted this night to go.”
“I don’t mind.” you shrugged, you’d always been quite outdoorsy and active. You were only allowed out tonight because you’d climbed down your buildings fire escape.
The needle kept directing you higher up the building, till you were pulling yourself onto the roof, with BEn shaking behind you. You didn’t think fire escape’s led all the way to the roof of a building, but somehow this one did. Like fate had made it special as a sign to you.
The rooftop was empty.
The needle was pointing forward, so you took a step forward. Still forward. The compass had to be playing a joke on you.
“Oh my god, you lucky piece of…” Ben was shaking his head as he spoke quietly. She looked at him and he was pointing and a teen, asleep next to the roof railing. Red Robin was asleep on the roof, and there was no one else who the compass could possibly be leading you too.
You really thought this had to be a joke. There was a small chance you might have been okay with your soulmate being Red Robin if you met him as a civilian first, and then fallen in love, and then found out, but straight out hero identity. What if he made some stupid decision and decided you couldn’t know his real name yet? Then what would you do when people started asking questions? How would you cope knowing he was saving the city every night.
“Do it.” Ben encouraged as you got closer to the sleeping boy. Your compass had gone crazy now, spinning in a constant circle to let you know that yes, this one was the one.
“Do what?”
“Take the mask off.”
“What?” you yelled then covered your mouth. You didn’t want to wake him up, or alert and bad guys to his location.
“It’s your soulmate, you have a right to know…” Ben shrugged.
You thought about that. Ben was right in a way. You did have a right to know, and it wasn’t like you were hurting him by taking it off for a quick look. Your feet shuffled closer, your hand raised and touched his face. Shivers ran up your arm and every hair on your body stood up. You looked carefully at the face you were touching. Even with the mask on, he seemed so at peace and happy. He was sleeping, and taking advantage of the situation didn’t seem fair. IT was his identity to share when he pleased. He was sleeping, and a superhero, and probably in desperate need of a hug. And, from what you could see, he was pretty cute.
You let go and stepped away. “Let’s go find your soulmate.”
“What? No! At least wake him up.” Ben protested, but you put a hand on his shoulder and walked away.
“He wasn’t looking for me, I can know, but saving the world is probably stressful enough without having to factor in a soulmate.” You sighed, looking back at how beautiful the sleeping bird was. “Let’s find yours now.”
“Okay.” Ben begrudgingly agreed.
“And can we keep mine a secret for us to know?”
“Why?” Ben wasn’t always the smartest tool in the box.
“It’s safer, if some of those villains found out Red Robin had a soulmate, they’d probably kill me. It’s not that I don’t trust our other friends, I just don’t want it getting out of control.”
“Smart and morally correct.” the voice of Red Robin made you jump. “Nice to meet you, soulmate.” he smiled and rubbed his eyes, trying to suppress a yawn. It later turned out that Sleeping Beauty had woken up the second you’d touched his face.
Request:@fangirly27: congrats on 100!!! i just saw this and read your recent works, amazing! can i request tim drake (robin) x female reader and prompts 25&39 please and thank you!!🧡
Summary: Tim gets jealous over you wearing some other guy’s sweater.
Prompt(s) used: 25. “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” And 39. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”
Word count: 303
Warning(s): none!
A/N: I am so so so sorry this took long! The parents changed the wifi password and I used my data to get on tumblr to see any updates and stuff. but finally, my parents gave me the wifi password and I could post this! I feel super bad that this is pretty short…
P.S I hope that you don’t mind me changing shirt to sweater! anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Tim leaned against the wall, stuffing his hands into his pocket to shield them from the cold. He looked at the students from his school passing by, and he wondered where you were.
“Timbo!”
Speak of the devil, you finally came.
The raven haired male looked up, seeing you jog towards he. He furrowed his brows once he saw what you were wearing. That kinda looked like his sweater, right..? He doesn’t remember giving it to you.
“Is that my sweater you’re wearing?” Tim asked, as the two of you began walking.
“Hm? It does look like your’s, yes, but it’s not,” you said, shoving your hands into the sweater’s pockets. “I got cold, and this guy in my math class gave me his sweater.”
“Oh.” Was all what Tim said. Inside, he felt a little jealous; he only wanted you to wear his sweaters – since you said you liked wearing his sweaters.
“You should take it off now and give it back to the guy,” he said, starting to take off his sweater. “You can wear mine instead.”
You stopped, staring at him. Why was Tim so worried about you wearing some other guy’s clothing? Unless…
“Wait a minute, are you jealous?” You teased, a grin making it’s way on your lips.
Tim blinked and blushed, turning his head.
“N-no, why would I be jealous?” He stuttered, and he cursed himself for it.
“Aw, how cute. Timmy is jealous!” You giggled, reaching up pinch his cheek. Oh, how you loved to tease Tim.
“Stop it!”
“Not until you admit you were jealous~!”
He huffed, and stared at you. “Fine. I was jealous. Can you please stop teasing me now?”
You smiled, leaning up to kiss Tim’s cheek. He blushed furiously, and you giggled at his reaction.
I honestly love the thought of Tim relaxing and just letting go and being a little blushing mess. Tim Drake is just a cute, fluffy character to work with. I hope you all enjoy! Comments highly appreciated!
p.s I highly suggest listening to “Distraction” by Kehlani. It’s the song I listened to while writing this, haha.
p.s.s posting this early because it’s barely been two weeks and I’ve hit 100 followers! Thank you!
The smell
of eucalyptus and spearmint filled the bathroom as you lit the candles, the only source light for late afternoon. Dusk was a beautiful time for bath day to begin. Rose petals littered the bubbles.
You got in
the tub when you heard the apartment door open and began to play the soft music
as Tim’s footsteps made their way to your location. You smiled at him, lifting
up a bubbly hand and gesturing for him to come in. “Hurry, before the water
cools.” He smiles as reply and strips himself of his clothing as he gets closer
to the tub, his clothes joining yours.
You always
make sure your back is pressed against the wall of the tub so that Tim had
enough room to sit between your legs. Bubbles always covered your breasts until
Tim’s back became the new coverage. He always blushes at just the mere image of
you naked.
“How was
your day?” he whispers, dipping himself down to lay against your chest, his
head resting on your shoulder. Everything has to be soft.
“My day
was good, perfect now that you’re here,” you whisper against his temple,
pressing a kiss in that same spot. A smile makes its way onto his face and he
tilts his head so that his face was staring at the slope of your neck and your
jaw. “How was your day, my love?”
One of his
bubble covered hands makes its way to the other side of your face, cupping it
gently, the bubbles tickling your face. “It was an…okay day,” he murmurs,
stroking your jawline with his thumb. You giggle.
“And your
week?” A tiny groan escapes from his lips this time. An airy laugh escapes your
mouth as you reach for the shampoo, your breasts pressing onto Tim’s back
closer and the blush returns to his face. You giggled at the way his face
visibly heats up. Your other arm reaches for the small cup, but Tim has already
grabbed it, scooping up water and letting it fall over his hair. Little
droplets hit your face and you laugh, scrunching up your nose.
“So much
is going on. Jason’s been a pain in my ass, Damian as well,” he sighs as your
hands meet in front of him, squeezing a bit of shampoo out of the bottle. You
hold out the bottle and he grabs it, placing it back on the side. You rub your
hands together to lather the soap before diving into his hair.
“What’s
going on?”
Tim says
nothing as his eyes close, your hands massaging his scalp, working in the
shampoo. Your head leans forward, looking at the side of his face and you can’t
help but smile.
“Tim?” you
ask quietly, your nails slowly raking up his neck to the back of his head; down
to up.
“Sorry,”
he whispers in a dazed tone. “It’s just, it’s taking a lot longer than usual
for me to hack into this villain’s computer system and Damian’s like,” he stops
to clear his throat and resumes, mocking Damian, “’tt, Drake, I’d presumed you
weren’t a fool, but as always, you prove me wrong.’” You laughed at the
imitation of Damian, bringing a smile onto his face.
“And
Jason?”
“Don’t get
me started,” he huffs out, closing his eyes and leaning back so that his head
rested on your shoulder, head tilted up towards the ceiling. You smile, lifting
a soapy hand to move all of the hair on his forehead up.
“Oh, you
poor baby,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on cheek. You embrace him a hug from
behind; one arm reaches under his arm, the other over his shoulder. You trail
soft kisses on his jawline.
“Thank
you,” he whispers, turning his head towards your, using his hand to move your
face closer to his, pressing a soft kiss to yours. You kiss back quickly,
pulling away.
“Forever
welcome, Tim. You know this,” you whisper against his lips, capturing them
again before he pulls back with one eye clenched closed.
“You’d
think I’d learn by now,” he states in a little pained tone. You let out a short
laugh before grabbing the small cup to scoop water and rinse his hair. One of
your hands tilts his back, scooping water up one more time.
“Eyes
closed?” you ask, glancing at his face.
He nods, and you gently pour the water over
his face to rid of any remaining soap. Tim’s hands shot up to his face, rubbing
his eyes. You run your hands softly down the slope of his neck, resting on his
shoulders. As he stops rubbing furiously, you start rubbing his shoulders; your
thumbs resting on the back of them, kneading into them as your fingers held a
soft grip. Tim slumps, leaning his body onto yours. You lean down to giggle in
his ear.
“I need
space to continue assisting you in the art of relaxation.”
“You have
no idea how grateful I am for bath days and for you,” he mumbles, loud enough
for you hear. You kiss cheek and move your hands back to his head, lightly
scraping your nails against his scalp.
To see Tim
like this, vulnerable and relaxed made you feel warm inside. You only him like
this every other Friday, on bath days. He worked himself too hard; his family
worked him too hard, but they knew Tim would be too stubborn with them to admit
it. Thus, came bath day.
He’d soon
fall asleep in the tub, but you’d wake him as the cold water began to get a
little uncomfortable, dragging him to bed. Full twelve hours of sleep would fall
upon both of you. It was a day you both looked forward to.
“Crap.” You whispered as you stared at the scene in front of you.
Your intentions had been good, Alfred had made some of his famous cookies and you’d decided to leave some in Tim’s room for him. And of course, cookies couldn’t be eaten without milk, so you’d brought a glass of it as well.
Everything had been fine until you’d tripped over one of Tim’s darned coffee cups that littered the floor.
The cookies had gone flying and were now scattered across the floor, crumbs everywhere. The milk had flown out of your hand and had seemed to fall in slow motion as it came crashing down on Tim’s laptop, which was sitting open on his desk.
Now, as you watched the milk slowly drip from the keyboard onto the floor, you panicked. Tim was gonna be livid. His laptop was his baby, and when he found out you’d spilled milk all over it…
You quickly grabbed a t-shirt from one of the many piles of dirty clothes scattered around the room and started to sop up the milk.
You had barely even started when you heard footsteps coming from the hall. Your gut told you it was Tim, so you whipped around, hiding the wet t-shirt and the ruined laptop behind yourself.
Tim walked into the room, clearly surprised to see you there. Confusion flitted across his face before he smiled at you.
“Hey, babe.” He greeted, walking towards you.
“Hi,” You replied, moving your body to block him from seeing the sight behind you.
“Something wrong?” Tim asked, sensing something was off.
You shook you head, a smile plastered on your face. “Nope! Everything’s fine.” You said, pecking his lips.
Tim gave you a worried look, then tilted his head to look behind you. “Are you su-” His voice trailed off as he saw his laptop.
Cringing, you waited for him to start freaking out.
After several moments of silence, you stopped cringing and looked at Tim. He was looking at you with a mix of affection and love, no anger whatsoever.
Confused, you asked, “Wait…you’re not mad?”
He shook his head. “Babe, you brought me milk and cookies. That’s so sweet.”
You gestured to his laptop, still covered in milk. “But your laptop…it’s ruined.”
Tim placed his hands on your hips and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I can get a new laptop. However, I will never be able to place my thoughtful, caring girlfriend.”
Warnings: joking about cheating, Damian being nice, and Nightwing being your favorite as opposed to Red Robin
Summary: Your boyfriend, Timothy Drake-Wayne, needed sleep. You had tried many things, but most of them weren’t reliable or even worked. This is one of the trials.
Word Count: 939
Even before you spent most of your nights at the Wayne mansion, you knew Tim didn’t get much sleep. Coffee, or any type of caffeine really, was in his blood. Also, his skills with makeup weren’t bad, but sometimes it was rushed and you could see the bags under his eyes. So, when you stayed over for the first time, you weren’t surprised that Tim was up for most of the night and had many empty and full cups of coffee on his desk when you got to him in the morning.
You have tried multiple times, but no way was a sure guarantee of getting your boyfriend to sleep. However, after days of planning, you think you got a plan.
You were on your laptop, doing some schoolwork, and Tim was on his laptop for superhero amazing reasons. Something of the sort. You blew your hair out of your face and closed your laptop. “Tim?”
Your boyfriend didn’t respond. He just kept click-clacking on the keyboard.
You were tempted to call him ‘Timmy,’ but in your recent tests, he only told you to stop calling you that with a smile before he would continue. It was odd. No matter what context you used that name for, he would just smile and tell you he doesn’t like that name. He wouldn’t respond to the rest of your question or statement.
You sighed and got out of bed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“Hey,” he murmured, not even glancing at you.
You kissed his cheek. “You need to sleep.”
“Ok, in a minute.”
You laughed a little. “Ok, Tim.”
“Yeah.”
You smiled. Might as well have a little fun before you enact your plan. “Damian says he loves you like an older brother.”
“Mhm. Sounds good.”
You laughed. “Nightwing is my favorite superhero.”
“Yep.”
You laughed. “Tim, I’m cheating on you with Stephanie.”
“In a minute.”
You smiled and kissed the top of his head. He worked too hard sometimes. You stood up and stood beside him. The wall of code didn’t make as much sense to you as it did to Tim, but that didn’t matter. You stared at it for a second. Then, when Tim’s hands retreated from his keyboard to read something, you pushed your way in between your boyfriend and his computer. As he stuttered to ask what you were doing, you straddled his lap and stared right down at him. “Sleep,” you insisted.
“I need to work. You know that.”
You pouted. When he just stared at you and waited, you sighed. “Fine, I’m not going to bed until you’re going to bed.” You shifted in his lap and made yourself comfortable. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes.
He laughed a little. “You’re gonna be there for a long time, (Y/n).”
You yawned and nodded. “I know.” You snuggled into his shoulder and relaxed into him.
Tim shook his head. He untangled his arm from yours and resumed typing.
The steady tick-tacking of his work matched his heartbeat in a weird way. Hacking and coding and all that stuff came naturally from him, as natural as breathing, you guessed. You smiled and let yourself rest on your boyfriend’s lap. If this went according to plan, he should get to bed as soon as you fell asleep. So, the faster you fell asleep the better.
~ – ~
Tim felt your head almost roll off his shoulder. He was quick to stop tying and adjust his arm so your head was nestled against his neck. You sighed in sleep and held him close. Time blushed a little and smiled at you. You were too beautiful. Even when your hair was a tangled mess over his shoulder, and there was a little drool in the corner of your lips.
He blinked a few times and realized that your position, curled up in his lap and barely hanging onto him, wasn’t that safe or comfortable.
That just wouldn’t do. You needed a good night’s sleep.
So, your boyfriend left his desk and carried you to bed. You wouldn’t let go of him without the cute whine slipping from your lips, so he laid on the bed next to you and pulled the covers to his chin.
He promised he would leave, but you were still clinging to him. You were so beautiful in your sleep. More so then since you were in a comfortable position. He sighed and held you close. Tim just felt so incredibly lucky to have you. He hugged you tightly and reveled in the sound of your heartbeat, soft breathing, and incredible warmth.
Ok, he’d go back to work. Just after cuddling with you.
~ – ~
You woke up when the sun hit your eyes. You blinked away as much sleep as you could and took a second to recall what you needed to do.
Then, when your boyfriend’s arm tightened around your waist, you beamed. You turned in his arms and couldn’t help the overwhelming joy and relief that overcame you when you saw your precious boyfriend asleep. Tim deserved this. He deserved this every night.
You giggled and kissed his nose. Tim scrunched up his face before hugging you closer and smiling again.
You smiled. You could sleep in.
So, you let yourself feel comfortable in his embrace and closed your eyes.
~ – ~
Tim woke up and immediately, the first thing on his mind was you. He laughed at the sight of you in his arms. “Maybe you’re smarter than I am, huh?” He kissed your head and held you close. Those codes could wait. Cuddling with you, that couldn’t.
Requested: YES Request: How about Tim and the reader just chilling together at midnight? (In other words, the reader is just as sleep derived as he is). Summary: You left me full reign over what to do with it and It ended with this piece of fluffy Fluff. Honestly, your request was so simple and yet I got immediately inspired. Thank you for the request!! Since it 5 Am now and the sun is starting to rise, I’m going to sleep. Word count: 1458 Warning(s): Sex mentioned
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„Tim?“ you asked in the general direction of your boyfriend while you glanced up from your phone and at the ceiling. You were laying on the couch and your eyes were burning either form lack of blinking or lack of sleep but telling the difference was too difficult.
“Hm?” was his response as he sat nestled at the corner of the couch, his fingers typing away at his laptop. The rhythm was soft and familiar, and you looked at him. He was wearing his red hoodie and starred at the screen in concentration.
He was a mess. He hasn’t slept for three days, hasn’t showered for two and hasn’t moved from this spot for 6 hours. But in your eyes, he was still utterly perfect. The way his eyebrows creased when he frowned, the piercing gaze of his eyes and the precision and dedication with which knew what he was doing made you smile.
You took in the image of him and stored it in your mental album to admire it another time again. Your silence lasted for a moment too long which made him look at you, silently waiting for you to continue talking.
“I love you.” You finally said like the lovesick, tired fool you were.
Maybe your brain finally had given up from the sleep deprivation?
You knew exactly how long he was awake, what and when he last drank some water, what his current coffee intake was and when he had last eaten but you couldn’t, for the life of you, remember your own stats.
How long where you awake? When have you last seen the sun? What day was it? Did you even drink some water?
You’ve been on your phone, reading stories for way longer than you would ever like to admit out loud.
Tim smiled in response. “Oh, really?” he said, and you immediately regretted saying anything to begin with.
He was in one of those moods again.
The argumentative and teasing mood.
“Tim, please. Just say you love me too, just like an ordinary boyfriend would.” You said softly but he only chuckled.
“Bold of you to assume I love you back.” He said and you fake gasped at that.
“Tim.”
“What made you come to that conclusion?” he asked, eyes again on his screen but it was obvious that his attention was more on you than on whatever he was just working on.
“Tim, please.” You pleaded.
“I’m just saying, (Y/N). Pretty big assumption you’ve made there.”
“Tim, I swear I am going to leave you.” You groaned in frustration which made him laugh softly.
“And yet you just said you love me. So, what is the truth, (Y/N)? Which one is it?” he teased you and you felt like throwing a pillow at him, which you would’ve if 1. It wasn’t so far out of reach and 2. You weren’t so goddamn lazy right now.
“I am going to smother you in your sleep one day just for your cockiness right now.”
“Nice plan, but you’ll have to catch me asleep first for that.” He retorted, and you honestly couldn’t argue with this logic. He was right.
“So…” you finally sat up from your previous position. ”What you’re saying is that you don’t love me?”
“I didn’t say that.” His fingers clicked away at a much slower pace than they did before. “I just asked for your evidence.”
“Tim … We’ve been dating for like two years?” you answered and he shot you a mischievous look. “Good starting point.” He admitted.
“Starting point? I swear I am going to kick your ass.”
He was obviously enjoying this.
“Okay.” He simply said and something about his expression and the way he just said that pushed all your buttons at once.
You frowned. “Alright, smartass.” You said, your phone long forgotten as you positioned yourself to face him properly.
“First of all, you told me multiple times that you love me. The most immediate example was today when I tripped over your charger.” You started and even though annoyed, you found yourself oddly excited at this little game.
“True.” He said and you continued.
“Second of all, I am a naturally loveable person.”
“Debatable and subjective”
You rolled your eyes. “So is love, though.”
At this, he chuckled. “Also true but still denied. What else have you got?” His typing had stopped but he was still looking at his screen here and there.
“Asshole.” You said before you sighed. “Okay, then what abouuuuuut….” You were searching for other ‘evidence’ in the deep black hole that was supposed to be your mind.
It was probably the sleep deprivation that added to his cockiness and your irritation but you would’ve been lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy it somehow.
“Your heartbeat quickens whenever we cuddle- Oh! Cuddling! You get seriously grumpy whenever we aren’t together for some time and you get so touchy. Like last time you were on a mission, remember when you came back? You just hung on me like a koala for about two hours. Also, while we are talking about touching, you also get quite irritated when I don’t kiss you in the morning, like some kind of diva. You constantly want me to stay at your place or sleepover and when I don’t you are texting me. It’s not even important stuff it always just “Eat. Sleep. Look at this picture of a Cat.” etcetera.” you simply said anything that came to your mind.
By now you had his full attention. The laptop has been put aside as he just listened to you talk with a lopsided smile on his face. He looked almost proud.
“And last but not least… “ you checked if you had his attention before finishing your little speech.
“Our sex life.” You dropped the final bomb which made him blink in surprise.
“What about it?”
“We have one.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“I think it counts as evidence.” You finally said before you quickly added. “And if you say that Lust and Love are separate concepts I will like for you to keep in mind that It depends on the person AND judging by your lack of sex before, it’s obvious that it had to do something with your love for me. Either that or lack of options on your part.”
At that, he was silent for a full minute before he finally nodded.
“Okay, I’ve probably deserved that.”
“Also, you still keep blushing whenever you see my boobs and-“ – “OKAY, okay, shhhh. That’s enough” he said, pulling you closer as you laughed at his sudden embarrassment.
“So, what’s the verdict?” you asked, after removing the finger with which he physically shushed you before and intertwined your fingers with his. His hands were cold, you absentmindedly noticed.
“Seems like it’s obvious that I love you.” He said and these words made something in your chest flutter with excitement.
You two slowly settled into a comfortable embrace with his arms around you and your head laying comfortably against his chest.
“You know, you could’ve just said it from the beginning.” You said, your eyes slowly closing on their own as his warmth started to lull you into sleep.
“Oh, I know.” He said and you heard the tiredness in his voice.
“But then I wouldn’t have seen you all worked up and annoyed. I couldn’t deny myself such a simple pleasure.”
You scoffed.
“Timothy Jackson Drake, if you ever claim to not love me back I will physically fight you. Red Robin or not, I will fight you.” You stabbed your finger into his chest to underline your last words before he easily caught your hand again.
“Sounds very aggressive to me”
You sighed in defeat. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“You mentioned it a few times.”
“But I still love you.” You said.
A second passed before you both chuckled at that.
“I love you too.” He finally mumbled into your hair. “Every day a bit more.”
“That’s… That’s a lot of love.” You said, softly yawning as you felt the sleep finally pulling on you.
He smiled against your head, his eyes closed as he took in your scent. “Hmh. It is.”
“Does it ever stop expanding or is it infinite?” you mumbled tiredly. You didn’t fully register your words properly as you just wanted him to continue talking. For you to continue to listen to his tired voice above you and feel his heartbeat so close to you.
You wanted to be completely engulfed in his presence.
Something you couldn’t even properly put into words when awake, let alone on the verge of some long overdue sleep.
summary: you’re struggling and the barista decides to help.
Tim enjoyed working at a hole in the wall coffee shop. It was never too busy and it allowed him to get to know its regulars better. He liked the calm atmosphere, the clinks of the mugs, the sounds of the brewing machines, and the constant noise of people typing on their laptops, one of them being you.
He remembers the first day you came to the shop, it was a nice summer night, a rare occurrence in Gotham. You came in with a group of friends, a boisterous group clearly enjoying their youth. You had been a bit more timid, a shy smile appearing every time one of them made a joke. Tim would be lying if you didn’t catch his eye the second you walked up to the register to order. Your greeting had him melting along with your cute fidgeting. He thought that it was just a small attraction and that he would never see you again after that minuscule interaction but life loves proving him wrong.
You had become a regular, never failing to come every day at the same time. Your order always changed and it gave Tim a chance to talk to you more, to offer things and describe them. You usually always came to study or to do your homework and sometimes coming along with friends. As time passed he began to develop a small crush on you which by the way the owner of the coffee shop totally disagrees with. He was always eager for your arrival and a grin would appear the second you walked in. But that would always be it. He never could muster up the courage to ask you how your day was, what you were working on, or even ask you for your name. He enjoyed the small mystery of trying to figure out your name. Giving you a new one every day but none of them ever fitting enough. Tim wished he had the courage his brothers did so he could ask you out and get to know you better but he just didn’t.
Even now as you sat in your corner all he could do was shoot you small glimpses hoping to catch your eye. It was pathetic really.
“Just go over there and talk to her,” his coworker disrupted his thoughts, ”you’re on break now anyway.” She smirked at him knowing Tim really had no point at trying to argue.
“But she’s working um right now she probably doesn’t want to be disturbed,” Tim replied as he picked up some stray mugs and proceeded to arrange them.
“Oh really? She seems to be struggling right now and I bet she would love your help,” she argued, Tim glanced over noticing your scrunched eyebrows and your constant erasing of the work on your paper. He debated the idea in his head it was the perfect chance. He was on break and he was pretty smart so it wouldn’t hurt to try helping you out. This might also be the only chance he would ever get to actually talk to you.
“God, I’m going to regret this,” he murmured as he walked off well knowing the grin his coworker was sporting.
You were starting to debate if you should just go home and text your friends for the answers at this point. The numbers on the sheet were starting to look like blurs and your patience dimming. You were so concentrated at erasing that you didn’t notice the figure looming over you.
“Uh…do you need some help?” Tim said nervously, your eyes cast upwards blood rushing to your face once noticing his presence. Gosh, this was embarrassing the cute barista boy has noticed your struggles and now here he was offering his services to you.
You glanced back down at your homework, it wouldn’t hurt to accept his help, but man was your pride going to suffer.
“It would be much appreciated,” you finally answered, to what seemed to be an eternity to Tim but in reality only being a few seconds. Tim sat down across from you his heart fluttering as you looked up at him, a blush present on your cheeks.
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It had started with a single sentence.
A single offhand comment that made his adrenaline shoot up while a giant countdown started to run in his mind, sending his whole body into a panic.
One moment he was walking into the Batcave, the lost antidote in hand and asking himself compulsively what would technically happen if someone who wasn’t infected would take said antidote. And in the next moment, Bruce had added it to the system and send him home with the reminder to go to sleep.
Everything would’ve been fine and dandy if Bruce hadn’t added a tiny little sentence before Tim even got the time to turn around.
“And tell (Y/N) Happy Birthday from me.”
Tim had stopped and blinked in confusion, staring at the capeless Vigilante in front of him while trying to process his words.
What?
Birthday?
Thankfully, Bruce wasn’t looking at him anymore as he was already deciphering the contents of the antidote at the bat-computer, trying to duplicate and multiply it. If he would’ve looked, he would’ve seen the perplex expression on his sons face.
Tim glanced over at his wrist monitor, tapping it once to check the date. As soon as the numbers appeared his jaw went slack. And then he ran, shooting out of the cave in seconds.
A small knowing smile crept up on Bruce’s face while the silence returned to the cave.
It was well past midnight and after the thirty-seventh closed sign in front of his face, Tim let out an annoyed and frustrated groan. Leaning against the glass door of the shop as he contemplated his options. Every art supply shop he knew about (thanks to the internet) was closed right now.
Flowers and chocolate weren’t an option because the damn shop was closed too.
Maybe a goldfish? No. He wasn’t even sure if you liked pet fish? And he wouldn’t even start to think about the condition these animals were held in.
Maybe something from a gas station? Yeah, no. He wasn’t quite desperate enough for that.
He could steal some of Damian’s art supplies, god knows that boy had more than enough of them (and so did you), BUT he knew that you would figure out in seconds that they were Damian’s, since you shared supplies with him a lot. You always noticed things like that. Not to mention what Damian would do if Tim actually went through with his plan. No.
Not only was he too late for your birthday, but he now had no present and only the gnawing knowledge that he had failed you on multiple levels.
Great.
He certainly wouldn’t get an award for ‘Best Boyfriend’ anytime soon.
He could always just lay down and die.
No.
Not helpful.
Not an option.
This left him with one final option.
First, leave the damn closed gas station before people keep wondering why Red Robin was on a scavenger hunt through Gotham and secondly, apologize to you.
He already knew what you would say.
You would just smile up at him with your loving eyes and sincere smile and say that that it was okay. That it wasn’t that important anyway.That you knew he was busy and you were just glad to see him. And you would mean it.
But he didn’t want you to settle for the worst and to accept this without complaining. It made him feel worse than if you would complain.
It made him feel so incredibly guilty.
You deserved someone better.
He sighed before he pushed himself off the closed door and started to walk towards your apartment.
He raised his arm, knocking on your window and opening it without hesitation before he silently slipped inside.
The living room was dark, but he could see the soft glow of a monitor illuminating your face. You sat on the couch, headphones in and blasting music loud enough for him to hear the individual words. He smiled, taking his mask off.
The TV was running, showing a cartoon while you were busy drawing on your tablet. He looked at you, taking in that picture. He wondered if he looked as equally as concentrated and determined whenever he was working on something. According to you, he did, but he was sure he wasn’t nearly as adorable as you were during it.
You looked up to see what happened on the TV when you noticed the figure in the corned, You gasped, jumping five feet in the air and almost dropping your tablet as you recognized the familiar shape just a fraction of a second later. A curse escaped you and he smiled guiltily.
“How long have you been standing there?” you asked, removing your headphones and trying to calm your dying heart before you put the tablet aside to get up.
You would never get used to this but at least your heart got a workout every time it happened.
“About a minute.” He answered truthfully, remembering why he was there again. “I know I am late but I am so-“ He stopped talking when your soft lips pressed against his, temporarily paralyzing him in confusion.
“Thank you.” you said, smiling before kissing him again.
It wasn’t a quick peck on the lips this time. It was a deep kiss with you pulling him closer and your hands in his hair.
But why where you kissing him? What were you thanking him for? Did he fix something? Did he say something? Did he DO something at all? Was he- Wait.
The gears started to kick into motion.
He just saw you draw on an interactive screen, one you didn’t have before and you once mentioned that you always wanted one and he could vividly remember researching them somewhen in the past. Considering that he knew that you couldn’t afford one and that he roughly knew how much one cost without having a clue about anything art related brought him to on conclusion.
It clicked.
Didn’t he buy you that thing right after you had mentioned you wanted one?
And didn’t he made sure it got delivered on your birthday bc he knew he would forget?
His body relaxed before his arms wrapped around you, kissing you back in response with a delay of a second. A single second in which his mind went through every possible scenario before he finally cracked the case. But it was long enough for you to notice it.
You broke the kiss with a grin, not stepping back from him and staying in his arms.
“You forgot.” You stated, visibly amused by his alarmed expression.
“What?” he asked, feigning ignorance but you knew better.
“You forgot that you got me a present.” You repeated.
“You bought me a Cintiq and you forgot that you did?” saying it out loud was making it seem so much more ridiculous than it actually was. Watching him contemplate if he should run or tell the truth was too.
But didn’t he came here to apologize anyway?
“Yeah, I did.” He finally confessed sheepishly and visibly guilt-stricken. “What gave it away?”
“Your hands. You did this thing where you nervously scratch your thumb without looking at it and you only do that when you feel guilty. It looked like you were about to apologize so I just connected the dots. It was either that or you cheated on me.” You explained casually and he blinked.
“So you just took your chances?” he asked, confused.
“Pff, don’t be silly. Nobody confesses to cheatingon someone’s birthday.” You said matter-of-factly and he couldn’t exactly argue with that logic. “You either do it the day before or the day after, Duh. Adultery 101.”
“Isn’t it technically the day after?”
“Not if you haven’t gone to sleep yet.”
“Hm, that’s a lot of social rules nobody told me about. Makes me wonder … How many of these rules have I broken so far?” he humored you as you softly started to play with the hair at the back of his head, twirling it around your finger and letting it go as you pretended to count them in your head.
“Hm, about two hundred of them. Your old cowl broke at least nine of them. And the fact that you are not kissing me right now breaks about thirteen, at least.” You said and he chuckled.
“Thirteen, huh?”
“Yupp. You’re basically a social criminal. Most wanted list.”
He snorted at that.
“Shouldn’t I be hiding then? Change my identity and lay low for a while?”
“Hmh.” you nodded playfully.
“Fortunately I just so happen to know the perfect place for you to hide in.”
Your eyes locked for a moment, mischief glinting in yours.
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