writingtheworks:

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Description: Tim is a procrastinator at times. And one of “those times” involves you and Damian Wayne.

Requests: 

can i request a fic where damian and tim’s s/o are really close like his s/o takes care of animals and tim leaves damian with his s/o and they have a day to themselves and damian thinks of the reader as his mother figure and the reader at first is like wha? and they then accept it so basically just really fluffy !! thanks !

And: 

Hi is your request still open? If so can you do a Tim Drake x reader preference where the reader is Black Canary’s sister, she also have the Canary Cry. And the reader is close with Green Arrow and Canary and they’re protective of her. Thanks in advance 🙂

Words: 1070

Notes: because I need more Tim on my blog and I need to write more lol

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“I may or may not have lied to Bruce about finishing my project for W.E. before the due date, so he told me to babysit Damian for the night—the night which I was going to complete the W.E. project before the due date. So I am begging, I am pleading with you Y/N I need you to watch him instead of me.”

Tim Drake was a mess when he got like this. He reacted to stress much like a person would react to a mosquito—if the mosquito was a ginormous monster that could easily get him fired, from both W.E. and Robin. He had become so desperate that not only was the teen begging, but he kneeled on the floor, his arms bound around your waist and his nose pressed into your belly.

“Pretty bird,” He stage-whispered dramatically,”Please save me from my suffering.”

Keep reading

forthemultiverse:

One

You hadn’t actually looked into your soulmate the day after you’d met him on the roof. Ben had kept his promise about not telling anyone, but every time a member of the Batfamily showed up on the news he’d give you a look. He could see through your dismissive mask and knew you were stressed. Who wouldn’t be stressed about seeing their soulmate avoiding death every night? Part of you wanted to find him again, but the bats didn’t go out during the day often, and going out at night could be risky both of you – you didn’t want to add stress to his job if you somehow got caught in the middle of a fight, and you didn’t want him doing something stupid trying to protect you. He’s Red Robin, when he’s ready, you’ll happily talk to him. 

Waiting can be painful, so you upped your tech game to pass time. Keeping close tabs on police reports and criminal activity meant you could give yourself some peace of mind. He was still alive and kicking, making a difference in Gotham. Your sudden interest in technology caught the eye of a few of your teachers, one who then put you forward for a Wayne Industries Competition. The Winner got a paid internship during the summer (and possibly longer if they liked you). You weren’t about to pass that opportunity up, no one with a brain would. You became busy, the ball of stress about him started to untangle and you began to focus on your own future. 

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Tim wasn’t sure what to do. He’d spoke to Dick and Stephanie about the soulmate situation, but they’d both wanted to kick his ass for letting you just disappear off that roof. They both had forgotten that it was Tim. He didn’t need to ask you questions so he could find you again, the moment you’d touched his face, the programming in his mask had scanned your face and brought up all the information it could find in a quick search. He’d expanded the search the next day, setting up alerts for if your name or face ever appeared in anything. 

He’d tried to keep you out of his head other than that, he was Red Robin, he was a bat, Bruce had never bothered with soulmates (then again, Bruce had met Selina years back and just be a stubborn idiot.) Tim had always said he had wanted to be better than Bruce. Dick had Babs, and Dick was the person everyone trusted. Dick was happy, or at least he always seemed happy. 

Tim had walked past your school a few times. He’d spend his day watching people be weird and coupley, he’d see some photos of Dick and Barbara together and become emotional. His friends would ask why he never wanted to find the person, convinced he was hiding his soulmate somewhere. He’d cave and pluck up the courage to talk to you. Then your school bell would ring, students would start flooding out of the building and he’d wimp out.

Surprisingly enough, he found Jason the most helpful family member. 

“She respected your boundaries, she gets the game we’re playing. You’re lucky.” Jason had said through the comm. Jason liked to talk about Gossip whenever he needed Tim for a mission. Apparently, it improved his aim. “You’ve internet stalked her already right?”

“What!” It might have been true but he didn’t have to tell Jason that. 

“You’re Tim Drake, which means that reaction’s a yes. She seems like a good match?”

“She just won a Wayne Competition, she’s going to be in the tech section all summer.”

“Great match then.”

“I’m going to have to avoid her and then Bruce will start asking questions.”

“Or she’ll never look at her wrist since she knows her soulmate’s running around dressed as a bird. You meet her briefly and then decide whether you want to tell her yet.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“It is simple. And, Bruce probably already know’s because you always use the Batcomputer and never clear your history.”

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“(Y/N), I’m here for the first day of my internship?” you asked the front desk lady carefully. Tim had been in Bruce’s office when he saw you walk through the door, he was supposed to be working with Lucius today anyway so Bruce didn’t question his sudden need to leave. 

“Wonderful, do you have the forms you were sent?”

“Already submitted them.” He was casually grabbing some files for Lucius, which he had strategically left in a desk drawer.

“Then I can start your tour, after the tour you’ll receive your company badge and be set up with Lucius Fox.”

“Don’t worry Cathy, I can tour her for you.” Tim felt himself fiddling with the edge of his blazer. He had been rehearsing the lines in his head all morning. “I’m heading to Lucius anyway and I’m sure he won’t mind me being slightly delayed.”

Cathy gave him a strange look. Tim didn’t usually get involved with the newer employees until they were officially in for the long term. She looked at his wrist (he might have pulled the sleeve up so she could see it slightly), confirming her suspicions, but it wasn’t her place to judge or tell. She was paid to keep Wayne secrets.

“Welcome to Wayne Enterprises, you’re the tech winner right?”

“Uh, yeah, (Y/N), but your Tim Drake so you probably already knew that. Working with Lucius and all, you were probably involved in my background check.” If only you knew. He felt himself smiling, the static feeling he’d felt on the roof returning. His fingers were tingling, his compass was spinning like crazy. He was with his soulmate. 

“Just a little bit, how’d you get into this stuff, your profile showed you started recently?”

“Police. I started tracking criminal activity and made a code that made watching criminal movements easier – outlining when peak crime times where and where they happen, also why. Used it to phone the police when things were happening in my town and around my school. Commissioner Gordon told a teacher about the opportunity and he entered me.”

“Why track criminal activity?” you shrugged and looked away from him. Your smile was cute, and your cheeks were slightly pink.

“It gave me peace of mind.”

Your phrasing was very precise and he suddenly understood Dick. The constant energy and need to express himself without coffee. The happiness that infected you when you were around your soulmate. He couldn’t keep this up for long. You’d only been in the elevator together and he needed to tell you before you were surrounded by people and busy with Lucius.

“Red Robin?” he asked, his voice going awkwardly high. He noticed your ears twitch slightly.

“What?” you faced him again. To any random stranger being overly curious, he’d have no reason to believe you were connected to Red Robin at all. Tim felt a bit of relief, you could keep a secret believably.

“Red Robin. Rooftop with a friend called Ben?” he held his arm and pulled the jacket sleeve down, showing you the spinning compass. You looked at your own wrist and your eyes widened.

He didn’t expect you to hit him on the arm. “Please don’t tell me I only got this offer because of you!”

“Not the reaction I was expecting, but no, I had no say in it! Promise!” he held up both of his arms.

You started laughing, and he joined in. “Sorry, I’ve been trying not to think about it.” you bit your lip, looking at his face without the mask on. “Let me redo my reaction, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you!” he was still laughing slightly but nodded. “Oh my god! Thank god you’re not dead!” then she hugged him tight.

He hadn’t expected that either. You were warm, and seemed to fit perfectly in his arms. The energy disappeared. He didn’t feel like he was going to explode anymore, he felt grounded. Completely Full, and awake

– This ended up being way longer than I originally planned😅 and I had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you to everyone who wanted another part 😊 xx Scarlett

imagine-dccomics:

Tim’s good with computers. He’s good at hacking into them, eliminating a virus, falling asleep on them.

Technology, he can handle. But dating? Damian had been the first to tell him straight up that he’s hopeless in that department. Second, it was Jason.

Even Dick had mumbled out something about Tim not being very skilled at, and his exact words, “seducing the one you want to do the do with”.

Cliché as it was, he’s fallen in love with you, his best friend.

Now, it’s safe to say that he didn’t mean to fall in love with you. But you’re always there for him, bringing coffee and the large marshmallows he likes to snack on during a hack. You’re reliable and trustworthy and Tim had had somehow dragged you down with him during a sleep-deprived daze into his bed and woke up with you in his arms, and that’s the reason he’s here today, trying to get love advice from the other members in the family.

Except, they’re not even helping. Jason is laughing and Damian is scowling, Dick is grinning and Alfred is standing by watching with his eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know what else to tell you,” Dick rubs the back of his neck. “Maybe Jason would like to offer up another piece of advice.”

Jason holds his breath and looks at Tim, but it seems that the mere sight of his red cheeks and hunched shoulders is enough to send him into another fit of laughter until he’s coughing.

“This is a waste of my- Grayson, let me go. It’s obvious that Tim will not succeed in pursuing (Y/n) because he has no talent in ‘seducing the one you want to do the do with’, am I correct?”

Jason’s stopped laughing and Dick’s let go of Damian, who’s now stomping out of the room, sending a final glare at Tim before disappearing behind the corner.

Tim groans, dropping his face in his hands. “I knew I shouldn’t of came to you guys. You’re all hopeless with relationships.”

“Hey, now that’s not-”

Jason stops Dick right there because hey, Dickie, how many times have you bee engaged?

And so, Tim sets off without any clue on what to do about his feelings for you when hours later, you show up in his room, bags of jumbo marshmallows in one hand and coffee in the other.

His fingers pause on the keyboard as you set the coffee down, popping open the marshmallows and lay one on the top of his hand.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“C-Can I.. tell you something?”

You watch as he closes his computer slowly, taking the marshmallows and pulls at it nervously.

“Oh my god,” You cover your mouth and Tim jumps. “You have diabetes now. I’ve brought you too many marshmallows and now you’re diabetic. Tim I’m so-”

“No, no,” He laughs, setting down the deformed lump and swallows. “I, uh, it’s about.. us.”

“Us?”

“Y-Yeah. Us.”

“I think I know where you’re going with this.”

Tim grips his jacket. “You do?”

You nod, finger tapping on your chin. “Yup. And don’t worry, Timmy, I’ve got you covered.”

“Wait, what-?”

“You’re dating someone, right? And you need love advice?”

Tim blinks and doesn’t realize you’re holding his hand until you shake it. He fights a blush as you excitedly pull him to his feet.

“I’m right, aren’t I? I can tell. Aw, you’re blushing! Haha, maybe I am a detective after all-”

Tim, finally, decided to take the advice from Jason earlier when he had said to just go for it, to kiss you first and explain later.

So that’s what he did and he expected you to push him away and run out of the room, not to pull on his collar to bring you closer, resulting in both losing your balance and tumbling to the floor.

“So, uh,” Your complexion matches Tim’s as he awkwardly tries to not picture how much of his body is pressed against yours. “The advice was for.. me?”

He nods quickly. “I asked the others and Jason had said to-”

The door bangs open and said man himself runs in, Dick and Damian behind him.

“I heard a noise,” When Jason sees you there on the floor, Tim hovering above, he’s back to ugly laughing and has to be dragged out of the room by Dick. Damian closes the door with narrowed eyes.

“Well,” Tim sits up, pulling you with him. “If that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing in my life, I don’t know what was.”

“Which part? When they came rushing in or when you face budded me with your lips?”

“Face budded? I thought that’s how.. but that’s..” Tim fumbles to explain Dick’s kissing advice when you lean closer, his train of thought derailing.

“Were you trying to kiss me, Timothy Drake?”

“..Yes. No. No. That was just.. practice?”

dcsuperheroimagines:

Here you go @batman-robin I hope this is to your liking. 

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Constantly babying him.

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CONSTANTLY.

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You have to tell him when to go to bed, feed
him, and sometimes when to take a shower.

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“Tim, baby…when was the last time you took a
shower?”

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“What’s today?”

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“Go take a shower Tim. You smell like rotten
meat.”

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Sometimes he would listen to you.

·        
Most of the time you’re dragging him by his feet
away from his computer.

·        
There was even a time when you had to call his
brothers to help.

·        
It was a dark day in that apartment.

·        
You end up supporting his caffeine addiction.

·        
You know he cannot function properly without at
least one cup of coffee.

·        
You notice that he needs coffee when he gets up
from the bed, goes to the kitchen table, and lays his head on the table with a
bang.

·        
You hand him his favorite mug filled with his
favorite coffee. “Here you go Tim.”

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He takes it out of your hand and smiles at you.
“You’re so good to me Y/N.”

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“Yea I know.”

·        
You stay by his side all the time and never
complain.

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But if he sees your upset over something, he’ll
always tries to find a way to make you feel better.

·        
If you’re worried about him during a mission
he’ll always hold you by the waist and rest his head in between his shoulder
blade.

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“What’s this for Tim?”

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“I promise I will be careful. I promise I will
call you and tell you that I’m fine. When I come back, I promise I will hold
you just like I’m doing now. You don’t have to worry.”

·        
He kisses you and you smile at him holding him
up to that promise.

·        
You have a hard time trying to get his
attention.

·        
If he’s been on his computer for more than six
hours, this is where you try to distract him.

·        
“Tim do you want to go out to eat?”

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“Y/N I’m kind of busy right now with this. You
can go though.”

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“So you would let me go alone? By myself? In the
streets of Gotham?”

·        
He thought about it for a second. “Maybe order a
pizza.”

·        
You go over to him and wrap your arms around his
neck. “How we go out for pizza, come back here and watch a movie, and then go
to bed.”

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“But Y/N I have to get this report done. Bruce
will kill me if I don’t have finish this.

·        
You start kissing him on the neck and you can
feel him squirm.

·        
He sighs. “Well…I’m sure that an hour break
won’t hurt.”

·        
Him being your dorky little hard worker.

·        
You being the one person that can keep him
together.

posiey:

Prompt ~ “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you.”

Extra ~ Tim Drake x Reader

 You groaned as you stood on your tip toes to see how many people were ahead of you, lets just say you were going to be here for along time. Time seemed to drag on and sadly your phone had died a long time ago. There was a huge discount on coffee and people were taking advantage of it like crazy, especially since it was morning rush time.

 Just as you were stepping up the line the bell ringed, in walked Red Robin himself with a sense of pride radiating off him. People stepped away and let him cut up to the front. You were fuming, you understood that he helped protect the streets of the city you loved oh so much, but you wanted your damn coffee. Just as you were about to claim he couldn’t just do that. He walked by you and handed you the coffee blend you wanted, you looked up at him and gaped.

“What? Wait how do you know my favorite coffee blend?” You asked looking suspicious at the dressed teen. A familiar smirk appeared on his face.

“Only Tim knows-” You gasped as his smirk fell from his face. He quickly pressed a gloved finger to your lips, he winked as he walked off leaving you in a blushing mess and a head full of questions.

dc-comics-imagines:

For anon who requested Tim or Dick flirting with the reader in costume (not stoping at the ‘i have a boyfriend hint’) and they do something so the reader figures who they are. When they finally confess reader acts surprised but they figure and be like ‘oh, you knew’.
I hope you like it. It’s kind of sort too. I chose Tim

  It was really awkward at first. When you had spotted Red Robin standing one the building across your apartment one, but you quickly brushed it off because… uhm… because.
   You didn’t know any reason why.
  You had seen him again, a week later St the same spot, this time sitting on the edge of the roof.
   Occasionally you’d open the window, but he wouldn’t budge. He was certainly staring at you.
  
   When Tim visited you, whether it was to drink all the coffee supplies you had or to just cuddle up with you, you noticed he’d stare at you in the exact same position is Red Robin. Of course you couldn’t jump at conclusions. Tim- someone like Tim- wouldn’t wear a red and black Halloween costume and jump around buildings all night.
   Tim was a serious young man.

Then again you found yourself calling at Red Robin a night so he approached.
  “Can I know the reason you’ve been staring at me for the last three months, you freak?”
  He pinched the tip of his nose gave you a small nervous smile and simply called
  “You’re just so beautiful”
Before he stormed out.
 
You noticed then, Tim did the exact same gesture when asked this question.
  You called him in another night, and another and then another one again. Making sure to notice everything.
 
It wasn’t hard. Not hard at all. Everything on Tim was so familiar to you that it didn’t take long. The domino mask didn’t hide his jaw or cheekbones, you had seen him naked a hundred times to figure out that this was your boyfriend’s body structure.
 

  And then all these gestures.
The way Red Robin talked, energetically, with throwing his hands in the air or moving them to emphasize everything he said.
  You didn’t know how to tell him just yet but it was fun interacting with him, when he was in complete ignorance.
The only thing that bothered you was that he flirted uncontrollably with you even when you hinted you actually have a boyfriend.

You were cuddled on the couch now, watching an action movie with Jason Statham. He watched amazed at the actor’s actions, the dialogues and how carefully the movie was directed.
“This is amazing!”
You yawned and stretched inside his embrace, as his hand reached to pat your head.
“I guess it’s good!” You spoke as sleep started to drift your senses.
“Oh come on bab! Don’t sleep it’s the best part here. He jumps off this building and you have to see it. You can’t possibility understand how it actually feels.”

At the realisation he swallowed hard and your head turned slowly to his side. You had to act surprised. As if you didn’t possibly know what he meant.
“What do you mean, Tim. You’ve jumped of a building?”
The words came out more intensely as they should have as multiple gasps accompanied them.
“You don’t have to pretend you know” he said as he planted a kiss at the top of your head. “I know you know”
You giggled at this. “But how?” You lazily whined with a smile evident on your lips.
“I should be the one asking how you even made out it was me, in the first place (y/n)!”
“Oh what can I say. Gestures”
You whispered and cooed into his embrace, this time drifting completely to sleep.

batlog-archive:

Prompt from anon – Could you do a oneshot about Tim crushing on this girl in his class and then one day he comes back from a mission and finds her babysitting Damian?? Tag: @whovianayesha

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Tim sighed in relief as he read the message from Nightwing.

“It’s k we got, Demonian a sitter.

-Dick  😁😁😁😁😁”

He had already arrived at the Manor though, and as quiet as it seemed now, he was sure whoever it was was going to be in need of help. He sweated nervously as he thought that perhaps it was way too quiet and pushed the doors open.

He walked briskly down the hallway, checking the rooms as he passed them. So far no signs of life. Perhaps they were running around trying to find him? No too quiet for that.

As he walked past the kitchen he did a double take when he found Damian actually doing his homework at the table.

“What the fuck?” He asked as he walked into the room alerting Damian and you.

He hadn’t noticed you were there as he was too busy pinching himself to check if quiet Damian was just a dream. Although he did oversleep today.

“Fuck off Drake.” Damian said while keeping his nose in his book.

“Sure when you tell me what they’ve drugged you with.”

“Nothing.” You spoke up catching his attention “He wants to show me his game and I said I wouldn’t watch until his homework was done. “

He coughed when he noticed you there.

“Oh i’m sorry I didn’t notice you there Y/N.” He blushed  mentally kicking himself. Stay cool Tim he thought

“This is my … this is Tim.’ Damian grinned as he looked up, immediately noticing Tim’s change in expression.

“Hi Tim.” You smiled “You’re in my classes right?”

“Y-yeah.” He stammered. “I mean I think I’ve seen you around.”

Damian’s grin extended, so this was the person Tim kept getting grief over, the one he couldn’t stop focussing on in his classes. The one Jason had overheard him moaning in his sleep about.

Tim was too distracted by your presence to notice Damian’s scheming face, and he pushed his book aside.

*Are you ready Y/N? You promised you’d watch me play my game.”

“Sure.” You smiled and walked with him to the games room.

“So this will be my house when I’m older.” Damian started to brag as you walked through the manor. Tim followed you by your side, just in case Damian was going to upset or harm you in anyway.

He led you into the room and slammed the door in Tims face. Tim opened the door and let himself in and sat himself on the chair closest to the window, while Damian sat himself next to you. It was obvious Damian was up to something and Tim couldn’t figure it out until Damian was showing you how to work the controller. Damian held onto your arm while he showed you how to work the controller as he glimpsed at Tim’s face. That little shit was trying to make him jealous!

He should’ve known he wouldn’t be above this but felt thankful when he saw you brush his hands off and reassure him you knew how to use a controller.

As you played the game Damian kept his eyes on the screen while praising them as they hit the enemies while Tim watched your concentrated face. He smiled as you poked your tongue out slightly, like you always did when you came across a hard maths problem. Or when you were trying to figure out the right word for your sentence.

Lost in thought he didn’t notice you glance over at him occasionally with a tiny smile.

Although when your eyes locked with his, he looked to the bookcase behind them, and they smiled focussing back on the screen.

Damian huffed as he noticed you glancing over at Tim and he looked over at Tim’s smile. Damian glared at him before placing his arm around you, and gave him a look as if to say “what now Drake?”

You felt his arm drape around you and thought it was a perfect time to go get some water. As you excused yourself Damian offered to accompany you or get it for you, which you politely declined. After you had left the room you heard their voices exchange words before hearing a crash. You ran back in to see a Damian on Tim’s back who was pushed into bookcase.

“What the hell?” You yelled out shocked at the scene before you.

Tim used this opportunity to pick up the 11 year old as he started to apologise and cleared his throat.

“Clearly this Gremlin is tired, I’ve got it from here.” Tim winked at you while Damian bit his hand he was covering his mouth with. Tim winced as he smiled at you “ I’m okay.” He said as concern spread across your face.

“You just go and I’ll talk to you at school okay?”

You nodded silently and picked up your bag but lingered in the hallway after Tim carried him off.

You shook your head as you tried to make sense of the night, since when did your crush hang around Wayne Manor? Did he know you were here? Why was that boy attacking him?

After waiting a while to thank Tim you realised you had a better chance of doing so at school and you walked towards the door as another male entered the house.

“Hey! Can you please tell Tim I said thank you?” You asked him as he looked at you confused at your presence.

“Uh yeah, sure thing.” He replied simply and you nodded walking past him. As you walked through the door you heard him yell out.

“Hey Timmy that girl you dream about says thank you!” Jason winked at you as you turned back in shock and he shut the door.

posiey:

Prompt ~ #34 “The way you flirt is shameful.” #96 “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I got lost in your eyes.”

Extra ~ Tim Drake x Reader

 It was suppose to be an average tutoring session, but you couldn’t help but tease your boyfriend with cheesy pickup lines. You loved the blush that would appear on his face and his nervous stuttering.

“Tim, life without you is like a broken pencil, it’s pointless.” You smirked at his rosy checks.

“The way you flirt is shameful.” He replied, flipping through his textbook.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I got lost in your eyes.” Tim looked up, a smirk gracing his features.

“You must be the square root of two cause I feel irrational around you.” Your jaw dropped opened as he finished talking. Tim had used a pickup line and he didn’t even stutter. You quickly recovered and crawled closer to him.

“I’ll give you a kiss, if you don’t like it you can give it back.” You laughed at his concentrated face.

“Are you full of beryllium, gold, and titanium? Because you are Be Au Ti Full.” You finally closed the space between the both of you, lips ghosting over each other.

“I’m fascinated by the shape of your lips and how they fit perfectly with mine.” You pressed your lips with his. Tim’s hands gripping onto your waist while your hands ran through his hair.

From the entrance to Tim’s room Damian shook his head in disappointment while Jason and Dick high fived, Tim had finally used what they had taught him.