writing-for-the-batfam:

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You would think Gotham City would be all gray clouds and darkness, but not today! The sun was up and burning the living hell out of everyone. It also didn’t help that Bruce motherfucking Wayne didn’t like having the a/c on. So now the sun was the batfamily’s main enemy, everyone else can go home.

“I can’t… I can’t live like this,” Jason said, dragging himself across the backyard. You rolled your eyes and threw an ice cube at him.

“You don’t even live here.”

“Neither do you but here we both are.”

This time you threw your cup at him, “I was spending the night here dumbass. You know my boyfriend? Who I love very much?”

“No need to rub it in that Tim has a girl and we don’t, n/n,” Dick said. You turned towards him and gave him the bird.

“Don’t listen to them n/n! Rub it in their face!” Steph exclaimed. “Rub it in!!!!”

Jason groaned and got off the ground and walked towards you. “Talking about Timmy where is he exactly?”

“…………….Good question. I’ll go look for him.” You hopped off the ground and ran upstairs to Tim’s room. When you arrived he wasn’t there, meaning he was probably in the kitchen looking for coffee. You sprinted to the kitchen and almost fell on your face when you arrived. In front of you was Tim wearing a white lace sundress.

“Timmy.”

“Yeah n/n?”

“Is that a…”

“Are you wearing a sundress?!?!” Dick interrupted.

“Yeah, why are you wearing a sundress Timmy?” you asked.

“It’s hot, I look hot,” was his only explanation. Later you found out that Tim was wearing sundresses to get Bruce to turn on the a/c. It didn’t work but it was entertaining when the press found out. Tim was never going to live this down.

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rynne311:

Who is a night owl:

Well, this is definitely not you.  Tim will stay up all hours of the night working.

Who is a morning person:

That’s going to be you.  You’ll get up and start your day, but before leaving, you will make sure to set the coffee pot up for Tim whenever he wakes up.

Are they cuddlers:

You are, and you’ve turned Tim into a cuddler with you.  You both see it as a nice way to relax and unwind from everything going on in the world and your lives.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

Tim likes to be the big spoon and hold you close in his arms.  He never once complains about his arm going to sleep while you lay there together.

What is their favourite sleeping position:

When together, you both prefer to go to sleep while cuddling and spooning.  You and Tim just like having the contact and being in the warmth and safety of each other’s arms.

Who steals all the blankets:

When he finally comes to bed, Tim is a notorious blanket thief.  You’re beginning to think it’s his way of getting you to sleep a little bit closer to him.

What they wear to bed:

You both wear t-shirts and sweatpants.  Occasionally you’ll actually match.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

You like buying oversized t-shirts to sleep in so that you both can enjoy the pleasure of getting to wear the other one’s sleep t-shirts.  That way you both instantly doubled your options.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

You’re fooling yourself if you think it’s not Tim.  Once he’s in bed, he falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits that pillow.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

You both do.  You wake up out of fear that something terrible has happened to Tim, especially if he’s not in bed yet.  Tim usually has nightmares about some of the terrible things he’s seen and being unable to help.  No matter who woke up in a panic, you both pull the other one close for comfort.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Tim is a restless sleeper, and if he is dreaming about a case, he has started fighting a little bit in his sleep.  This has resulted in a sore back for you before you grabbed your pillow and a blanket to go sleep on the safety of the couch.

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

Tim wants to stay close with you, especially given how hectic everything can be.  As a result, you can expect to have his hands on you at all times if you’re in the same bed together.

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melyaliz:

anonymous: Can you go for 20 with Tim? “D..did you just make that noise?”

Fandom: Dc/ Batman 

Summary: just some Tim Fluff 

Pairing: TIm Drake x reader 

Notes: we are celebrating 400+! Shoot me a prompt 😀 

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“Good evening!”

You looked up to see Tim perched on your open window holding his cape over his face for only his masked eyes showed. A perfect addition to his Dracula voice. You laughed as he jumped into your room shutting the world outside behind him.

“You should be more careful leaving your window open that like young lady, there are all sorts of people out in Gotham at night.”

“Seems like it’s working out fine for me so far.”

He smiled taking his mask off before kissing you. You kissed him back relishing his taste. It had been a hot second since you had last seen him. Speaking of hot…

“Not to be rude but… you don’t look so hot.”

“What happened to Tim, you’re the only 10 I see?”

“Well sure, you still look hot,” you laughed scooting over on your bean bag chair so he could take a seat next to you, “But when was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t’ know, maybe midnight.”

“What day?”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Do I look like I was joking?”

“This case has been tough” he mumbled as you took his hand gently massaging it. Rubbing the pressure points you knew helped relieve stress.

“Well, you’re here now” you whispered as you felt him sink into your plush bag snuggling up closer to you.

“Yeah” his voice trailed off as if lost in his own world. You couldn’t help but smile just enjoying his presence.

His head lolled for a moment and then there was this sound. Almost impossible to describe…

But if the Joker was holding a pipe to your head you would have to describe it as a cross between a drowning pomeranian and a chimpanzee.

Tim jolted away shaking his head “Uhhh did you just make that noise?” he asked looking around, his blue eyes wide in shock.

You burst out laughing so hard you fell off the bean bag.

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avengerdragoness:

Requested by anon: “Omg! Jules can you please please please times a thousand do an imagine based off your Tim insta-edit where he and his s/o dig up dirt on his bros? A million times thanks!”

A/n: I hope you like this!! I tried my best to incorporate from the post! ❤

Inspired by Tim & Investigation w/ S/O
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You were laying on Tim’s bed in the Manor while he was doing some investigation work for Bruce. You had known he was for a while now, learning your boyfriend is a vigilante turned your perception on things a bit. You started questioning certain things, trying to find answers to those questions. It made you want to look into how to investigate things too.

Looking at Tim from where you laid on his bed, you tried to get a view of his laptop screen to figure out what he was looking at. However, you couldn’t see anything. A huff escaped your throat and you rolled off his bed groaning. “Tim, I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

He stopped his typing and turned in his seat. “Like?”

You shrugged and walked over, climbing on his lap. “Want to get something to eat?” Your arms wound around his neck as you played with his hair.

“Alfred made me eat before you got here. I really need to do some more work on this case for Bruce too. But I promise when I’m done we can go get coffee or a snack or something.” He said and rubbed your sides.

With a sigh you nodded and climbed off him. “Okay, okay.” As he went back to his computer you looked around his room, spotting a camera on his nightstand. “Say can I borrow your camera?”

“What for?” He asked without looking away from his screen.

“School project” You lied but he wasn’t paying enough attention to notices.

He nodded, “Yeah sure babe.”

Grinning you picked it up and left his room before wandering around the manor. Soon you heard the front door open and close. Jason came waltzing in with his helmet loosely hanging in one hand and his phone in the other. Smirking, you followed him to the back garden, where he was presumably looking for Alfred. He unzipped his jacket when he stopped to look around.

That’s when you saw the batman t-shirt underneath. Snickering you pulled out the jacket and snapped a picture of him before scurrying back inside before he could see you.

Looking at the picture you caught, you ended up wandering into the kitchen. Dick was in there, again grabbing a box of Trix from the cupboard. You watched from around the corner as he searched the cupboard for bowls. However he came up short with each cupboard door he opened.

Eventually he reached the mug cupboard, he shrugged and grabbed a mug. Pouring in the cereal than adding milk. Pulling out your camera you snapped a picture before turning around and walking away from the room.

Next you just had to find Damian, however you couldn’t find him anywhere. Though you did find Titus. He barked and whined at you. Petting his head, you followed him into the next room. Only to be greeted by a tiny puppy to be asleep on the couch. “Where did you come from?” The question entered your lips as you walked over.

The puppy didn’t stir and Titus wined at it, wanting to play. Pulling out the camera, you snapped another picture.

“Roselin” Damian called as he walked in the room. You looked over at him and the puppy woke up.

“Damian? Does your dad know about this puppy?” You asked and he tried to think of an excuse but couldn’t think of anything. “[L/n] you cannot tell him.”

Your eyebrow rose, “And why is that?”

“Because you’re the only one I tolerate in this household.”

“Awww” You cooed. “Okay I won’t tell him. But I have to get back to Tim. Bye Damian” You waved before heading back up to Tim’s room with the camera in hand.

“Where did you go?” He immediately looked at you from his seat. A wide grin was plastered on your face. “I dug up some dirt on your brothers and got evidence” You held up the camera.

He cocked an eyebrow and stood up to walk over. “You have my attention.”

Smirking you showed him the pictures and he chuckled at them. “My little detective” He kissed your cheek. “What are you gonna do with them?”

“Post them on instagram.” You took out the memory card to pop in your computer.

“Jason and Damian gonna be pissed, Dick will have no shame.”

“I know, it’s what makes it funny.” You laughed and downloaded the pictures before posting them.

All three of his brother’s phones dinged at the same time from you tagging them. You counted down from three until you heard your name being yelled from three different directions.

“Detective [F/n] one – Batfamily zero”

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the-batman-imagines:

Here’s another piece that I wrote at 2 A.M. I know that I have some requests that I should most definitely do, but I have been hit with writer’s block recently, so I’m taking a stab at anything that comes to mind to make sure that it doesn’t affect my requests. I wanted this one to be shorter than it is, but whatever. It’s kinda fluffy I guess, I wanted the story to go in a different direction, but it turned out alright, I promise 🙂

Word Count: 1730

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“I knew I would find you here.”

When the elevator doors opened and you spotted Tim hunched over the batcomputer, furiously typing away on the keyboard, you already knew that the night you had planned for the two of you was ruined before it even began. He was so focused on the contents on the screen monitor that when you called his name, he only grunted in response before correcting himself with a brief hello.

After climbing the steps and coming to stand beside him, he never once took his eyes off the screen to turn to you and at least give you that crooked, yet sweet smile he always did when he would see you. You chose to take a step behind him and keep your sentences brief and simple to make sure that you didn’t distract him too much from the task at his hands.

“I can see that you’re working hard…” You paused for a moment to take note of the numerous empty coffee cups that lay a clutter on the desk and on the floor beside him, “So hard that you’ve really given all your energy and time to whatever it is you’re working on.”

“Yup, crime never stops, so why should I?” Tim stated as he took one hand off the keyboard to pick up the cold cup of coffee to the left of him and sip it before setting it down and typing faster than he was before he drank it.

“I guess, but you can always afford a break, you got four other people to take over the job for you in the meantime.” You stated, casting a glance up at the cases on the platform across from you to look at the well tailored suits that Tim and the rest of his family wore while crime-fighting.

“They can’t work like me, it’s fine, but they don’t have the patience to learn if I were to teach them…especially Jason…” Tim’s words were coming out either super fast or in chunks as he leaned in closer to the computer screen and slowed his typing, his attention was directed more at the screen than you; you liked that he worked hard at whatever he put his mind to, but you hated when his mind chose work over personal time with you.

“Got you!”

You jumped a little at his sudden outburst of pride and excitement, but your wide eyes were soon replaced with soft ones and a small smile as he finally pushed himself away from the desk and stood up to stretch. He plugged in his communicator into the computer and let it sync up with all the intel he had gathered. Now that he was free from the computer, he turned his head to let his electric blue eyes land on you and he was taken back by what he saw.

You stood by the railing, with a slow grin that stretched ear to ear. He noticed that your silky (H/C) locks were done in cascading curls and you were wearing a figure-fitting floral dress with a jean jacket that engulfed most of your upper body. Your weather-beaten sneakers squeaked on the cool metal flooring as you spun around on the tip of your sneakers, waiting patiently for him to say something to you instead of staring at you with his mouth slightly agape and his body nearly frozen in place.

“Wow, you look nice.” That was all Tim said as he let his hand rise to gesture to you before falling back at his side. You chuckled softly at his reaction; he was always like this, even when you would put on your pajamas after a long night out patrolling, he would think you were the most beautiful sight he ever set sight on.

“Thanks for finally noticing,” You laughed out loud as he began to make his way over to his uniform, “I almost thought that you forgot who I was for a moment, you know, with how involved you were with whatever it was that was on the computer.”

Tim scoffed as he turned around and placed a hand over his heart in disbelief with a playful smirk on his lips. “How could I ever forget you?” The way he said it and the look he gave you made you turn away to hide the blush that was forming on your already rosy cheeks.

You came to climb the stairs next to him, shoving his shoulder playfully everytime he would shove you back. When you finally made it to the top of the stairs and stood in front of his uniform, you both took a moment of silence to admire the well tailored suit.

“What happened to all the cuts and soot stains from the last time you went out?” You questions as you remember that the suit was almost damaged beyond repair the last time he came back; Bruce really ripped into him on that last one before he pulled him aside in the shadows of the cave to give him a bone-crushing huge and telling him that he was just grateful he made it back alive.

“Bruce had Lucius make me a back up and this is it while he repairs the other one.” Tim explained while he opened up the case and stared to get undressed right in front of you. You struggled to get your sentence out about changing in front of you, but you just decided to enjoy the view while you both continued on with your conversation.

“Oh, okay. Well may I ask why you’re getting suited up right now?” You questioned him, making him stop for a moment to gesture to the computer before continuing to pull up his pants. “I mean I saw you tracking some criminal activity, but couldn’t you just forward that one of the boys out there right now? I’m sure Jason would definitely take care of it.”

“I’ve been tracking those goons for the last couple of days to find out where they’re doing their dirty work and now that I finally found it, I’m gonna shut them down.” Tim answered with slight excitement as he finished pulling his shirt over his head, “I’ll be damned if I let one of them, especially Jason take credit for my work.”

You just laughed as you held his Bow Staff for him. “Alright, I guess that’s fair… but I was hoping that you weren’t gonna head out tonight, because I had plans for us to finally catch that movie you’ve been dying to see for the last couple of days.” You confessed, ruining your secret to surprise him for once in his life.

Tim turned around to give you a sincere smile and came to give you a hug, following up with a kiss on the crown of your head. “That’s… very nice of you to think of me, but like I’ve said the other times, it’ll have to be pushed back. Crime calls and I definitely cannot answer.” He looked into your doe eyes, seeing the slight disappointment that he wasn’t going to cave for just one night.

“Oh Tim, you stubborn boy…” you shook your head as you looked at the batcomputer then back at him, “I know you won’t cave, even just for one night, so just go on ahead and head out.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I truly am. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” Tim grabbed your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze while he tried to get you to look at him; he didn’t like to leave you when you were upset, “The night’s still young and maybe if I get this done quick and make it back with enough time, we can go see the movie, if you’re up to it?”

You gave him the side eye, thinking about his offer, before saying, “Yeah, sure deal. All you got to do is just make back here in one piece. That’s all I ask.” You pressed your pointed finger into his chest, making him laugh, “I mean it. I want you to call up one of them while out there and let them assist you. I don’t want you coming back to me all bruised and bloodied…or worse.”

Tim sighed while rubbing the back of his neck, “Alright, fine. You just stay here for the time being.”

“I’ll stay on the comms for you and the rest of them if any trouble arises. If you need any help, you can always call me.” You reminded him as you followed him down to the batcomputer and to the vehicles. He was going to his designated one when you had remembered that he left his communicator on the desk hooked up to the computer. While he was still inspecting his car, you retrieved it for him and met him by the front of his car.

“Alright, well I got to get out of here before something sudden changes in their routine.” Tim was climbing into the driver’s seat of his car when you called out to him, making him freeze and look at you with confusion evident in his eyes.

“You forgetting something?”

Tim’s eyes got wide as he got out of the car and raced over to you and wrapped him arms around your waist before planting his lips firmly on yours, taking you completely off guard. With your eyes still wide open, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you while his hands traveled up your back, one coming to cup the side of your face as you melted into his arms. His lips tasted like french vanilla and it made you  want to go in for more, but he pulled away so suddenly, leaving your desires stranded.

“That takes care of that.”

You giggled as you bent over to control yourself. He stood there confused at your actions while all you did was hold up his communicator in the air. “I was talking about this, but the kiss was also needed too.”

Tim’s face tinted slightly red before he snatched his device and made his way back to his car. He waved to you as he drove out of the cave, leaving you standing there in your spot, lightly brushing your fingers over your coffee smelling lips with a smile plastered to them.

the-batman-imagines:

Clear Insecurity (Tim Drake)

Requested by: @steeljustice @thenamesiwantedrtaken and @lilviscious

It’s got a little angst in there regarding Tim’s HC of wearing glasses, so enjoy! This one is one of my favorite pieces mostly due to how it was written not story wise. (I believe that it could’ve gone better, but it is what it is, lol) This was good  and I am thankful those blogs sent in a request. Please do send one if you got one.

Word Count: 2507

Tim’s shaky hands frantically dove into the medicine cabinet in his bathroom, shoving the half empty bottles of vitamins and aspirin aside to look for the tiny box that held his contacts. His blue eyes were narrowed to the size of slits while he leaned over the sink to get a closer look into the back of the cabinet; although his glasses sat on desk in his bedroom, he refused to put them on to even find his other option that would temporary fix his vision. If he didn’t find that case soon, he would never descend the stairs and choose to be a recluse just for the night.

While his hope for finding his contact case was dwindling, it was restored when he felt the crumpled paper box come into contact with his calloused fingertips. With a grip of a lion, he quickly pulled the box out of the cabinet and set it on the edge of the sink and opened it up to find that there was none left.

“This can’t be happening, not now…” Tim muttered to himself as he looked back in the box to double check before sticking his hand back in the cabinet to see if he there was a possibility of there being another box, but there wasn’t.

Tim let out a disgruntled sigh as he shoved the box into the trash and placed both of his hands on the sink and bowed his head down in defeat. He was already on edge about Bruce hosting one of his charity balls at the manor at the moment but now that he didn’t have have any contacts to wear, that ruined the rest of his night before it even began. He was dressed in a very sleek navy blue suit with a powder red tie and all he needed was those stupid contacts, but he ran out.

While Tim leaned over his porcelain sink deep in thought on how to go about his sudden obstacle, you were climbing the stairs and slowly making your way to his room. With one hand gripping the railing of the stairs and the pulling up the the skirt of your red evening gown, you still found it hard to climb the stairs in your white heels. Your silky soft (H/C) locks were done in cascading curls down your back but they were curly swept to one side of your face so you could see were you were steping.

Slowly approaching Tim’s bedroom door, you could hear the low pitch of his voice; he was mumbling to himself about something and usually when he did this, you knew there was something wrong. Standing in front of his door, with your hands still curled into your chest, you wondered if you should interrupt him on whatever he was doing. You didn’t want to upset him since you and Tim hadn’t been in the best of places of your year long relationship.

Letting your worry overpower your shyness, you pulled one of your hands away from your chest and lightly knocked on his door, calling his name softly to see if he would respond right away. You stood there for a good minute before trying again with the same response. You knew he would have answered at least on the second call, so you decided to take the initiative and enter at your own risk.

“Tim? You okay?”

You slowly pushed the door open and poked your head inside to see that his bedroom was vacant; the lights were dim, but you could tell by the strewn about clothes and the closet light still on that he was in the general area. Your gentle (E/C) gaze spotted that the bathroom door was cracked and that the soft white light crept out of it. Coming all the way into the room, you pulled the rest of your dress in with you and shut the door softly.

“Tim? Are you in there?” You called out to him, coming to stand at the foot of his bed staring at the bathroom door, “Tim?” You spoke his name with more urgency and concern as he didn’t answer you.

Instead of a verbal response, he quickly yanked the door open and stuck his head out to see you flinch at the sudden action and retreat your hands to your chest to soothe your spooked heart. His blues eyes were wide with surprise at seeing you, well rather the blur of your figure, in his room. He opened the bathroom door all the way and slowly crept out wearing that gentle smile that you’ve always loved.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” He spoke softly, looking at you up and down as he approached you, “I didn’t hear you come in. Is there something wrong?” He asked you while he took a hold of your hands and gave the a light squeeze.

“Nothing’s a matter with me, is there something wrong with you?” You let him know that you noted the messy room that you two were standing in, “Bruce sent me up here to check on you cause you never came down.”

Tim let out a tired sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck to relieve the imaginary weight that rested there. Your gaze was growing more tense as you looked at him, waiting for him to tell you what was wrong. His gaze came to meet yours and in soft breaths he was mumbling about his situation. You told him to speak up while you inspected the mess of his room.

“I was just getting ready for Bruce’s charity event downstairs, it took me longer than expected to get ready, but I’m not sure if I want to go down there and make my presence known tonight.” His voice wavered throughout his whole time talking and it already set off your excuses alarm.

You walked around his room carefully, trying to not trip on any of the clothes that were laying all over the floor; his hamper was overflowing, but it looked like there was no effort to clean it. You lingered by his desk to see that he had open files on his computer that were being worked on recently. A open bottle of aspirin sat behind the monitor as if he was trying to hide it from prying eyes, or more specifically, your eyes. You continued to walk around his room, seeing the mess and coming to the conclusion that he was letting himself go again.

“Tim…your room…it’s a pigsty,” You gestured to the mess and looked at him in disbelief, “It wasn’t like this a couple days ago when I helped you clean it. What happened?”

Tim looked away and went to shut off the lights in the bathroom and closet, taking some time to think about his answer. “I know, I just… I got caught up with my patrol duties and school and with other things…”

“Well, you gotta take care of this soon, like tomorrow. If you want, I can see if I can stay in the guest room tonight and I’ll help you straighten it up tomorrow.” You suggested as you kicked some the the clothes to the side to form a path to walk in.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind the help…thanks.”

“Alright, now let’s go join the party, I wanna get a dance in with you before they stop for the bidding.”

“Uh, yeah, I can’t go down there.”

“Why not?” You questioned him, placing your hands on your hips, “You look super handsome and I will have to say that I might be a little jealous if I have to share your presence with those other young girls down there.” You chuckled as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

“Thanks, I, uh, can say the say to you too, you do look stunning,” Tim struggled to take in your appearance, not admitting to you that he really couldn’t see you, “Red really is more your color than mine.”

Tim got silent for a few moments before answered your silent question of why he couldn’t go downstairs, “I ran out of contacts, okay? I don’t have any more, I threw out the ones I wore yesterday and I don’t have any in now.”

“So?” You shrugged your shoulders, “Just wear your glasses, it’ll be alright.”

“I—I can’t. Those are only for in the house purposes.” Tim threw his hands outwards in front of him, letting his anxiety slowly climb up the scale in his chest. “Plus, I don’t feel like bringing any attention to me for being different from the rest of my brothers.”

You sighed with a heavy heart in your chest as you remembered that Tim was always self-conscious of his glasses, so much that he rarely wore them, even inside the house. You let your eyes wander to his desk once again as you saw them just sitting there next to the keyboard with a slight layer of dust on them. You went to retrieve them and cleaned them as you talked with him.

“Oh, Tim, wearing glasses is nothing to be ashamed of. Almost everyone wears them,” You sent him a small and warm smile, “If you’re worried that they’ll bring attention to you, you’re wrong. Sure, some people might approach you to ask about when and how you got them, but they won’t stay long, they’re rich people they talk money, not personal matters.”

“I get that, but I just can’t wear them down there, especially in front of my family.” Tim walked around the room with his hands out in front of him, “You know that they like to make fun of me because I’m the only one that wears them. Jason is the worse out of all of them; always calling me a true geek and a nerd….”

Tim was working himself up and you knew that you needed to stop him before you lose all hope of bringing him downstairs. The moment he passed you, you quickly latched onto his arm and walked him over to his bed and ordered him to sit down. Sitting beside him, you fiddled with his glasses while you both let the silence of the room cool things down.

“Look, don’t pay them no mind when they make those comments. They make them out of pure fun and don’t mean to hurt your feelings; they told me themselves. They appreciate your role during the patrols and investigations and they love you and are glad you’re a part of the family. Jason pokes fun at you the most just because he really respects you; sure there might still be some tense moments after his resurrection, but he’s there for you no matter what.”

Tim just sat next to you in silence, taking in your every word. He fiddled with his calloused fingers while you had placed a gentle hand on his upper back, comforting him. He knew that you were only doing your very best to cheer him up and make him feel better about himself, and he deeply appreciated that. That was what he loved most about you; you were always making an effort to cheer someone up and give them confidence. Your kind words were no doubt sincere and he was being to not feel the anxiety of being different for just one night.

“Thanks for those words, really,” Tim turned to you and gave you a deep and meaningful look, “you really know how to cheer people up, don’t you?” Tim reached for your free hand and gave it a firm squeeze before looking down at his black frames sitting in your lap.

You followed his wear gaze and gave him a kind smile, “It’s only for one night, that’s all,” with slight hesitation, thinking about if he was actually ready to put on his glasses, you unfolded them and slowly brought them to his face and slid them on, pushing them all the way up to the bridge of his nose, “After the ball, you can come right back up here and choose to roam around blind for the rest of the night for all I care, as long as you’re happy.”

Tim chuckled at the last bit as he blinked with wide eyes as his vision became more clearer. He stared at your face and was taken back a bit by how beautiful you truly looked and felt a tiny bit guilty for guessing on how you looked earlier; he didn’t feel that bad though, because he already knew you would look beautiful cause in his eyes, you always were. His ocean blue eyes looked all around his messy room and agreed that it definitely needed to be cleaned.

“You really do look stunning, by the way, like more than usual,” Tim stood seated while you rose from the bed and turned around to look at him as he smiled at you, “If anyone is to be jealous tonight, I think it’ll be me. I’m sorry that I left you alone for so long down there by yourself.”

You threw your head back in laughter as you face tinted a light shade of red. Tim laughed with you as you took his hands in yours and swung them lightly in the space between you two, “You can make up the lost time by coming back down there with me and giving me that dance that you had promised me a while back.”

Tim slowly nodded his head as he rose from the plush mattress and stood by your side giving in to your desires. “Alright, alright. Let’s go down there.”

“Tim, thank you for coming to your senses,” ou spoke honest words as you moved in closer to him, looking up at him with your doe eyes, “I’m glad that you overcame your silly glasses fear. To be completely honest with you, I prefer you with your glasses rather than without them, I find you more handsome.”

Tim chuckled before bending down to place his lips on yours. You two stood there for a few moments, kissing while listening to the muffled classical music creep in through the thin walls. It was magical and you couldn’t ask it to be any more perfect. When you two split apart, you patted his chest before interlacing your and with his and leading him out of his room and down to the ball below where everyone watched you descend the stairs with grace and beauty.

When the ball had ended, you both took no time making it back to his room to get out of your formal attire and retiring into the cool sheets after a night filled with dancing. The rest of your night was filled with cuddling and watching t.v. with Tim; after your comment of calling him handsome with the glasses, he kept them on the whole night, not once taking them off. You were glad that you two had found your footing once again and that was all you could ever ask for.