Cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles with him because that boy always needs them.
Tons of cute little gifts here and there.
Having to reassure him that he was not a replacemnt for jason and comforting him when he says he is.
Tons and tons of coffee dates
You both met in your favorite coffee shop because you got the same thing.
Hes small and a wonderfull boyfriend who will do everything and go anywhere to make you happy.
You getting him coffee for christmas. and every other holiday.
Messing around with his emotions and putting on his outfit.
Sleepy morning kisses because he always gets back really late from missions and goes to sleep right away.
You getting along with the boys and him getting really pissed.
Tons of blanket forts and pillow fights
Him ranting or talking for hours and you now knowing or understanding anything becase its all about super advanced tech so you just listen because he never really gets to vent
Im sorry its so short! i dont know much about tim but i will for sure read up on him AND Damian. Hope you like it 🙂
Prompt ~ Imagine being Tim’s favourite barista, knowing exactly what he needs from just the look on his face. But today you aren’t at work when he comes to get his coffee and he learns you have a bad cold (sorry I have it, please deal with me). Later that day you wake up from a knock at your window and to your surprise Red Robin is here to take care of you for a bit with… some soup he brought with him?
Extra ~ Tim Drake x Reader
Note ~ This request was a bit up my list, but I saw this when I was sick and it got my brain’s gears working. Sorry, writer’s block limits my creativity…
Tim walked into his favorite café, he loved it. Perhaps it was the cozy feel, the library section, the good coffee, or maybe it was a certain barista. You were the reason he came here on a daily bases, it was something about you that just made him intrigued. You were amazing, you could always tell just what he needed by look on his face. He didn’t even have to tell you anything, the second he walked into the café you already had his coffee being prepared.
To his surprise as he sat down you didn’t come by and place his coffee on the table, a different barista appeared a pen and notebook ready in her hands.
“Hello, what can I get you today.” She smiled at Tim.
“Uh my usual.” He replied, everyone in the café knew his name and his preferred type since he came often. It was usually you who would make if for him though.
“No problem Tim, coming right up.” The barista turned around.
“Wait.” Tim called her back.
“Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked.
“Oh she’s sick, from what I heard she has a bad cold.” The barista replied, walking back to the counter.
You sneezed into a tissue to what must have been the hundredth time. You snuggled into your couch under a mount of blankets desperately trying to stay warm. On the tv played Mulan, the cold had come out of no where. Maybe it was due to Gotham’s horrible weather, you didn’t want to miss a day at your job. You loved it, it had decent pay and amazing customers and coworkers. Especially Tim, at this time you would usually be sitting across from him chatting about anything and everything since there was always only a few customers left at such a late time.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your terrace window, you begrudgingly got up after the taping repeated. You opened it, a brisk wind entering your apartment.
“Red Robin?” You gasped out as he entered your apartment, shutting the window behind him.
“Don’t speak you’re wasting energy.” He pushed you back on to your couch, tucking the blankets in for you.
“Here, this should help.” He opened a bag, inside was a topped container, a delicious scent seeping from it. He opened it reveling vegetable soup. Red Robin carefully handed it to you along with a spoon.
“Not that I’m not grateful or anything.” You said, “Shouldn’t you be out in the streets fighting crime, how did you even know I was sick?”
“I have to help the citizens of Gotham anyway I can.” He replied.
“You didn’t answer my other question.” You poked at him, he turned to face you. A familiar shy small mirrored on his face.
“Hey you look just like- TIM?” Your mouth dropped open, his face turning into a flabbergasted one.
“You’re Red Robin?”
“I didn’t want you to find out this way, shit.” He looked down, his eyes not wanting to face yours.
“Thank you.” He looked up at you, confused by your reaction, He expected anger or rejection but instead you thanked him.
“What?”
“Thank you, you came to check up on me, it’s nice to know someone cares.” You smiled at him, your eyes full of glee.
“Of course, it’s what friends do.” He emphasized on the word ‘friend’.
“Well not just friends.” You continued, a hopeful look shining in his eyes.
“Does this mean were-”
“I would kiss you to clear things up but I don’t want you to get sick.” You giggled, you carefully peeled his mask off.
“But you can cuddle with me, I do need to stay warm.” You insisted, “Well if it helps.” He agreed tucking himself under you, a fluttering feeling settling in his stomach.
As in he would literally make a graph, and several mathematical equations.
All of this work would be simply be for selecting the perfect pumpkin.
“Tim, can’t we just pick ones we like and go with it?”
Tim stared at you with disbelief. “Are we going to start dumping random amounts of laundry detergent in the washing machine or buying the first bag of bread we see instead of checking for softness? Once we start with one thing, everything will fall into chaos.”
You shook your head before letting him do his thing.
Eventually when Tim felt prepared enough, you both drove to the pumpkin farm to find some pumpkins.
After an hour with Tim inspecting each pumpkin, you left him to decide by himself while you went to get some hot chocolate.
You went through three cups of hot chocolate before Tim finally found two pumpkins that he believe were appropriate for the both of you.
“Both of these pumpkins’ diameters are propositional to their height and weight, thus they are perfect for our needs.”
“That’s great, honey.” You did your best to hide the sarcasm that wanted to drip into your voice.
When it comes to actually craving the pumpkins, Tim relaxes about it.
You lay down the newspaper, and Tim starts by cutting the pumpkins open.
He does it with such care while maintaining his relaxed state, you become amazed by his skill.
“You’re amazing with a knife, Timmy.”
He gave you a funny look as if you were insane.
You kissed his cheek, because he was so cute before returning to laying down newspapers.
The two of you would sit on opposite sides of the table, keeping your designs a secret from each other.
Tim gets a cute little crease in between his eyes as he works.
It’s so adorable that you stopped your work in order to secretly take a photo of him.
He would find it years later in a photo album, confused to no end at how you took it without him noticing.
The two of you took hours to finish your pumpkins.
For you found it fun to put incredible amount of effort into your pumpkins.
Over the years, you both became very skilled in pumpkin craving.
To the point where everyone in the family would stop by your apartment just to see the years’ creations.
Hours passed until you both felt ready to show each other your pumpkins.
Tim makes you flip a coin to decide who should go first.
“You know, it makes me feel like Two-Face when I do this.”
“That not funny, (Y/N)” However, there was a trace of a smile on his face.
You usually win the toss.
It takes you a second before you get the courage to show him your pumpkin.
Tim is always stunned by your work, which most of the time is imitation of a famous painting.
You always enjoy the challenge of trying to recreate a famous painting through a pumpkin.
His eyes always grow so wide as he takes in your work.
You can see the slight self-consciousness in his eyes, but your smile convinced him to show his pumpkin every time.
Usually Tim does something related to his night work, but this was one time when he did something entirely different.
That year, Tim was especially nervous, shaking like a leaf.
You didn’t know what to expect until he turned it around.
Will you marry me?
Time stopped as you took in the words he craved onto his pumpkin, finding yourself collapsing into your chair in shock.
After a long moment, Tim stepped next to you, watching you worriedly.
“(Y/N), are you going to say anything?”
You tried to speak, but you were too shocked for words.
“(Y/N), will you please say something?”
No words came to your head, so you did the only thing you could think of.
You grabbed the sides of Tim’s face and slammed your lips to his.
He was quite surprised, but pleased by your reaction.
After breaking apart, Tim was still confused.
“So, what’s your answer?”
“You’re so clueless, Tim. It’s yes, it’s always yes.”
He laughed in relief as you both shared another kiss.
When you both finally came up for air, Tim slipped the ring box out of his pocket to take out the ring and slip it onto your waiting finger.
“You’re so adorable, Timmy.”
“Um.” Tim was speechless, not sure if that was a good thing. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).”
Nevertheless, pumpkin craving was always a special thing for the both of you for many years to come.
Tim smiled over at you as you worked on your homework with him. He enjoyed the calmess you brought with you, even if he felt uneasy sometimes talking to you.
He knew the calmness wouldn’t last long as he knew his arguably most violent brother felt about you, which made him more destructive than usual towards him. He’d woken up to numerous amounts of animal feces, dead bugs in his room and dirt in his coffee since Damian made an effort to “save” you from Tim’s “dastardly” clutches.
Although today was going to be the day, he told you of his affections. He’d even planned it so Dick had taken Damian out, so he wouldn’t know know you’d be in the manor that day, It was safer that way for everyone involved.
It had been a few hours since you’d arrived, and every second that passed he delayed it just to keep the illusion. The illusion that you possibly could reciprocate the same feelings. However a door crashing open downstairs made Tim visibly pale and he knew his time was now down to mere seconds.
“Y/N?” He asked quietly as a lump grew in his throat. “Yes?” You answered while still engrossed in typing out your essay. “I -um.” He tried to get a word out but nasea mixed with the yelling downstairs stopped him. The door crashed open and as Damian opened his mouth, a strong pair of arms lunged to grab at him and scooped him up carrying him out.
“Leave me be Grayson! Drake is stealing my beloved from my grasp!” “You’re THIRTEEN!” The man grunted and Tim heard him gasp out in pain “Did you just BITE me?” “Should i ask?” You spoke up after an uneasy silence addressing the commotion while Tim just held his head in his hands. He’d tried so hard to keep you away from the disasters his family would bring in when they walk through the door. He’d hoped that right now Jason wasn’t literally bringing in some undead problem that he’d been recently bringing in for “investigative science” purposes. “Damians got a crush on you.” He sighed defeatedly “That’s so sweet.” You cooed “No it’s not because i’m sure he’s got a crush on you because i do.” He complained before realising what he said “Oh shit – “ He was interuppted by a tiny kiss on his lips and he blushed and sat there still “Does this mean? You like me too?” He whispered “Yes, but can i finish the essay before i kiss you some more please?” “Of course.” He beamed and returned to his, without needing any other motivation to finish his homework.
Requested by Anon – Halloween imagine where the reader and Tim drake go to a haunted house and Tim gets really scared and there’s lots of teasing on the readers behalf
“Are you sure about this (Y/N)?” Tim asked uncertainly as you dragged him towards the haunted house. You and Tim were at a local Halloween fair in one of the suburbs of Gotham.
“Yeah, it’s going to be fun,” you insisted, gripping his hand to keep him with you as you stopped at the end of the line. Tim bit his lip, gazing at the haunted house nervously. You notice, getting a playful smile on your face. “You’re not scared. Are you, Tim?”
“No, but it doesn’t mean I want to stumble around in the dark,” Tim argued. “None of these haunted houses ever have anything good, they just keep it dark to hide the lack of interior.” The gatekeeper at the front entrance glared at him, having overheard his insults.
You elbowed him in the stomach. “Now you did it,” you whispered, watching the gatekeeper pick up his radio, and talk rapidly into it. “They’re going to do their best to scare us now.”
“Great, another reason to get out of line,” Tim mumbled as you rolled your eyes before huffing in annoyance.
“Stop it, Tim. You have been doing this the whole night,” you scolded, glaring at him. Tim cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortable under your gaze. “It’s important to take a night off once and a while.”
“Yeah, but it’s Halloween, (Y/N),” Tim whined for the thousandth time this evening. “The creeps come out during Halloween.”
You sighed, resting your forehead onto his shoulder. “For the last time, Tim. The others have it covered for the night, so stop worrying and enjoy yourself.” Tim grunted as you found yourselves at the front of the line. The line attendant grinned mischievously at the two of you, leaving you with a sense of dread. You glanced at Tim, but he was too busy studying the outside of the haunted house.
“Have a nice time,” the line attendant said with a evil chuckle as he let you in. You and Tim walked in with Tim holding your hand tightly.
The first part of the haunted house was okay with creepy interiors, and ghosts that followed you. You weren’t scared, but Tim’s grip on your hand tightened as you progressed through the house.
It was the last part of the house that everything fell apart. Several ghosts jumped out at you, scaring Tim every time. He would push you behind him while glaring at the ghost, even though you could feel his hand trembling in yours.
You thought it was sweet until you reached the last hallway. It was dark, leaving both of you to stumble around until, suddenly, a ghostly projection of a person came flying towards you. You were startled, but mostly by Tim’s scream in absolute terror. He sprinted out of the haunted house, dragging you behind him. Once you were outside, Tim tried to keep running, but you stopped him.
“Tim, we’re outside,” you soothed while trying to control your laughter. “You’re safe now.” Tim glanced around wildly before sighing in relief. It took him a moment to remember his reaction inside of the house.
“Don’t laugh,” he warned as a few of your chuckles escaped your lips. “I told you I didn’t want to go in there.”
“Oh, Timmy,” you sighed, your laughter becoming uncontrollable. You collapsed onto a nearby bench as Tim stood blushing and pouting above you. “I didn’t know you were afraid of ghosts.”
“I’m not, (Y/N). I just don’t like surprises,” Tim grumbled, his face as red as his red robin uniform. “Stop laughing.”
“That scream though,” you gasped, tears springing from your eyes at your laughter. “I didn’t know your voice could go that high.”
Tim turned away from you. “Please stop it, (Y/N),” he begged when people started looking over at you. You noticed the desperation in his voice and did your best to calm down.
“Okay, I’m good,” you sighed, taking a deep breath to stop your laughter. Tim’s shoulders relaxed as you grabbed his hand to pull him down to sit next to you. “You know, it was cute when you tried to protect me from the ghosts.”
“It was instinct, I guess,” Tim admitted, smiling a little at himself. “That was pretty ridiculous, wasn’t it?”
You grinned at him before kissing his cheek. He blushed even more. “Yeah, it was, but it was adorable,” you replied, standing up. You pulled Tim up with you. “So, since we did about everything here, do you want to go home and watch a movie or something?” You had a devious smile on your face making Tim frown at you.
“Let me guess, you want to watch Ghostbusters, right?” Tim guessed, unamused.
“I just want you to feel safe, Timmy,” you explained, fluttering your eyelashes at him. He sighed, shaking his head while a tiny smile found it’s way to his lips.
“Fine, but promise me you won’t be telling Jason or any of the others about this,” Tim begged as you both headed towards your car. You gave him an innocent look.
“Oh, you know I wouldn’t do that,” you said with a sneaky look on your face. Tim glared at you, sensing the lack of truth in the statement.
“Master Tim, I wanted to inform you that no ghosts reside within the Manor.”
“Hey Timbo, I heard you screamed like a girl. Is that true?”
“TT, I can’t believe you thought the ghosts were real, Drake. You must be dumber than I thought.”
“Oh, Timmy. It’s adorable that you’re afraid of ghosts.”
Tim sighed at the bombardment of comments that followed him throughout the cave. He picked up his phone, dialing your number with the intent of revenge on his mind.
listen listen hear me out /reader taking young damian trick or treating bc im a huge loser who still loves to do it also &
mmmm could you maybe have it where he has a slight crush on reader? bonus points if he dresses up as batman and reader is robin? just how ridiculous he’d find it is funny to me
– anon
I had some fun with this one i hope you find it as fun as i did! Also some fun word play using my main – yeah i know i’m a dork.
The masked boy gripped your hand as he dragged you down the street, leaving Tim in your wake carrying the bags of sweets. While doing so he shot glares and smug looks at your Nightwing (Or as Damian named “Noobwing.”) boyfriend who was struggling to keep up with his brothers candy fuelled enthusiasm.
Damian was dressed as Batman and you roamed the streets with him as “his” Robin. Bruce had sent him out under the guise of ensuring the innocent children weren’t being subjected to drugs and poisons, (Go enjoy being a small child) and Damian refuted Tim’s partnership (Supervision) until Tim remembered the affection the small child held for you. The second he had said how much you missed the opportunity to participate, Damian was thoroughly excited and was planning the perfect costumes.
“Y/N, i meant what i said before. You can have my candy after it’s certain it hasn’t been poisoned.” Damian said seriously to you. “Thank you Damian but you’ve done all the work in getting the best so i think you should keep it.” He nodded in response and squeezed your hand in response “You’re smart, i have been doing the most work and thank you for acknowledging that.” He grinned flashing Tim another smirk and he pulled at your hand, racing towards the next house in his sights.
Tim sighed, he knew it was going to be a long night for the both of you, but grinned as he caught you looking back at him with your beautiful smile. He’d endure a thousand years of that little demon bat’s snide remarks just to say your smile. You did look fantastic in the Robin suit, he thought to himself grinning and it would be a waste if he didn’t take the night off afterwards to spend some quality time. He was in possession of the knowledge of where the best hiding spots in the manor were and the nooks the cameras didn’t reach.
“Hurry up Noobwing!” Damian sneered at him breaking his train of thought “I need my candy Pumpkin!”
AN: I got inspired by my own headcanon, what the heck? Ah well, just a little fun I guess.
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Watching detective shows with Tim Drake would include:
• It’s next to impossible for you to not know who the murderer is before the show has finished. Tim, try’s to keep it to himself but ends up muttering it half way through or simply telling you once he’s figured it out and you’re just silently crying because you wanted to have that moment at the end of the show.
• Taking prevention methods to make him shut up, for example throwing a pillow at him whenever he goes to spoil the ending or interrupting him so he can never finish.
“I know -”
“Tim. Don’t say it.”
“But it’s the -”
“Don’t do it Timmy, just keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut.”
“Make me.”
“…What the heck Tim?”
• You’ve probably had play fights over trying to get Tim to be quiet and once ended up hovering over him on the floor when you were originally seated on the sofa. Dick walked in and just kinda observed the position you were in with a smirk before directing his attention to the TV briefly.
“Yeah, it was that John guy who did it.”
You just collapse on your boyfriend with a whimper as he wraps his arms around you.
“Hey, at least it wasn’t me this time (y/n).”
“Why did Batman train all of you with superior detective skills and why do you all use them to spoil endings?”
• You have resorted to straddling Tim on multiple occasions with your hand/finger over his mouth so he doesn’t mutter the ending. In your distracted state, your hand just slips onto his chest as you’re enthralled in the show and Tim will take that opportunity to get close enough to whisper huskily into your ear.
“It was the maid.”
“Oh my gosh Tim! Why?!”
• Tim does not like being wrong about these things, not that he is at any point but you make him think so as a revenge tactic. They’re especially effective if he leaves half way through once he’s spoils the ending for you and gotten back to work.
“Hey Tim, it wasn’t the maid.”
No matter what he’s doing, he’ll be by your side in seconds with a shocked look on his face and basically interrogating you.
“What? Who else could it have been? That makes no logical sense, the butler and Lord had an alibi whilst the Lady of the House couldn’t have reached the scene of the murder in time to commit it so how?”
“Yeah well turns out the butler had accomplices that he paid and then made himself an alibi.”
“On a butlers salary (y/n)? Really?”
“Yes. Just look at Alfred, he could murder anyone of us and no one would suspect a thing.”
Tim will go and check on the internet soon after and find out that he was right all along then get irritated for getting distracted so easily whilst whining about how you could do that to him.
• Once watched Scooby Doo the Movie which Tim had surprisingly never seen before, using that to your advantage you quickly came up with this theory as to why Scrappy Doo was behind the island curse that actually made perfect sense.
“…and Scrappy isn’t apart of their mystery group anymore.”
“Yeah that seems logical.” Tim was genuinely impressed that you beat him to it and that you figured it all out so fast, however maybe he wanted to see the end of the movie without spoilers. Now he knows what it feels like. You did not tell Tim you had seen the movie beforehand.
• Despite all that though, it’s nice to just see Tim kind of take a break from vigilantism to sit and watch films/series with you.
> Even though you’re dating he still gets quite flustered and is prone to blush if you call him by ‘babe’ or something in front of others. You may do that just to see him this way.
> Tim is really sweet though, like he’ll kiss you to welcome you home or say goodbye when he goes out on patrol, happily carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the sofa and makes sure to tell you that he loves you everyday.
> Hacks your computer sometimes, don’t worry it’s for the nicest reasons. You’ll just turn on your computer/laptop and your background is changed to a picture of you and Tim together and it genuinely just makes you smile.
> Starbucks doesn’t even need to ask for your name when you order because they know it off by heart. You’re there that often, a positive is that Tim memorised your order no matter how complicated so if he ever goes he’ll bring you back something you like.
> Tim is the best when he’s sleepy, like he can be needy and just want to hug and kiss you all the time. Granted, they’re kinda sloppy because he’s tired but Tim’s lust for affection is still cute.
> Being a detective, he notices every detail including anything off about yourself. Literally, if something is wrong Tim will notice immediately no matter how good you are at hiding it, afterward he’d do pretty much anything to make you feel better. Yes – even leave his computer alone for a day or so.
> Tim works really hard and doesn’t keep regular sleep patterns as a result, which means it’s up to you to make sure he gets proper sleep most of the time. Plus, you’re one of the few people he actually listens to since you’re basically his favourite person.
“(Y/n) talk to Tim, he hasn’t slept in 3 days.”
“Whah? Why can’t you do it Dick?“
“He won’t listen to me (y/n) and he loves you so…”
“Fine… ”
> Having to learn most of his sweet spots to use against him whenever you’re trying to drag him away from the computer for a break.
“Tim, come on. You need to take a break sometime.”
“5 more minutes.”
“Uh – huh, you said that 1 hour ago.”
“Yes but – mmm – okay – ah – yeah, I’m going.”
> Tim is actually really convenient, he remembers important dates even if it’s last minute – he still remembers. Anniversaries, birthdays, you name it and if it’s anything to do with you then he’ll remember it and usually buy the best gifts for you.
> Movie marathons that Tim is liable to fall asleep half way through but he’s got an arm around you so whenever you move Tim stirs and kinda looks at you like you’re the light of his life, gives you a small smile whilst lazily pulling you closer to him.
> He lets you play with his hair and it’s so entertaining, he doesn’t mind and finds it relaxing when you run your fingers through it, Tim always checks to see what he looks like after you’ve styled it whether it be a man bun, ponytail or braids. No lie, he actually looks pretty good all the time with his hair in a loose ponytail, you told him this once and he didn’t take it out for whole day.
> Take Aways at least once a week because Tim cannot cook to save his life, he just gets too distracted and the food gets burnt. However, if you’re both doing it together and he actually focuses on the recipe and not Batman’s latest case then the outcome is surprisingly good – not up to Alfed’s standards but definitely edible. Although the take aways are pretty good too, Tim will take time just to eat with you and ask about your day rather than work or will watch the TV with you.
> Sometimes it can get annoying to watch detective shows with Tim, he will usually ruin the ending by telling you who the criminal is and the exact reasons for his motives so it’s difficult to ignore the fact he just destroyed the next 45 minutes for you.
> Tim is a legitimate genius so if you need help with anything he is on it, he’s actually written your essays for you before but you know that you couldn’t pass them off as your own because it’s not your writing style and you redo them using Tim’s basic ideas. You’re very appreciative of his assistance but tell him he doesn’t need to do that for you, Tim shakes it off as if it was nothing.
“Tim – what does that even mean?!”
He’ll give you this basic answer in response whilst you just casually stare at him.
“You couldn’t have just put that?”
“No, it sounds more sophisticated that way (y/n).”
> You’ll find out he’s Robin and not be surprised in the slightest as Tim is low key freaking out.
“How are you so calm?! I’m not calm and I didn’t even find out my boyfriend was Robin!”
“Tim, honey, you come home with a new bruise at least every week and I’m definitely not responsible for those, neither are your family because let’s face it they’re probably in on this too, also you’ve fallen asleep with records of the Joker and messages from Batman or Nightwing on screen so I kinda just guessed. Sorry love.”
> Supporting him when he decides to become Red Robin, definitely receiving visits from your boyfriend’s alias whenever he’s on patrol, just to see how you’re doing and maybe a few kisses. Don’t forget helping to sort out some of the more severe injuries Tim managed to obtain and him being completely smitten afterwards.
> Tim won’t initiate PDA, that’s up to you but he will happily reciprocate. It shows his brothers (Jason and Damian) that his partner does in fact exist and no he didn’t make them up.
> Shockingly, Damian likes you much more than he thought which leaves your boyfriend a little jealous. He is very aware that he shouldn’t be jealous over a child because you’d pick Tim but still, you’re Tim’s partner – “Damian stop hugging them – they’re mine.”
Can get very cuddly afterwards because he doesn’t want to lose you, if anyone has been flirting with you he won’t utterly destroy them but they’re gonna know who your partner is once he’s wrapping your arms around you along with a glare. It’s cute really, he gets so flustered if you mention it or kiss him after.
“Tim, you’re the only one I love and I’m not going to leave any time soon.” Cue blushing mess who can’t even bring himself to confidently reply with that dopey smile on his face.
> Having a positive relationship with Stephanie and sometimes discussing Tim, bless his little cotton socks, Stephanie is also great for fashion advice so that’s a bonus.
> Meeting Tim’s hacking buddy known as Barbara Gordon, she is amazing and they both taught you how to hack but obviously they’re still the professionals.
> Dick is super hyped Tim has an s/o and basically becomes your big brother in a way, he’s just so supportive and totally shipped you both before you even got together.
>Bruce is glad Tim got someone who can keep him in check and hopefully alive, yes Batman insists that their detective work is important but he also understands the need for a healthy lifestyle – Tim can sometimes forget the latter and Bruce has given you permission to use whatever is necessary to get Tim to rest.
> Meeting the Teen Titans, Tim is especially enthusiastic about you meeting Kon (Conner Kent/Superboy) since they’re basically best friends. You get on well, Superboy can be easy to get along with and is happy with the fact Tim has an s/o who can actually get him to go to sleep. Superboy congratulated you on that feat.
Jokes on all of you, when people say Red Robin Yum! They are in fact not referring to the restaurant chain but referring to how much of a SNACK Tim Drake is
Prompt ~ Can I request a Christmas prompt? Like one of the boys want to propose to their s/o on Christmas but the other boys keep screwing it up?
Perhaps proposing to you on Christmas wasn’t the best idea, he knew you would find it romantic and cute. So Tim decided it couldn’t be that bad, he would probably blank out on the spot but it couldn’t get any worse right? Wrong.
Tim had been trying to get your attention all night but somehow his brothers always found a way to screw it up. From burning the Christmas dinner, knocking down the Christmas tree, Dick coming down the chimney, and so on.
Tim looked around the living room, wrapping paper strewn all over the room. His brothers showing and checking out their gifts to each other. He watched as you handed them more presents and giggled at their banter. Tim felt happy even if he was slightly nervous, everything seemed calm nothing looked wrong, even Damian was behaving and not pestering him.
Tim cleared his throat, “ Y/N?” Tim got up from the couch and walked over to the Christmas tree.
“Yeah?” You looked up to him, Dick quickly slammed his hand over Jason’s mouth sensing the tone of Tim’s voice hinting towards something important.
“I have a present for you.” Tim dug into his pant’s pockets, his fingers wrapping around the soft black velvet of the box
“Tim you already gave me my present.” You watched as he kneeled, your hands quickly going to cover your mouth in surprise.
“All night my brothers have ruined all my various attempts of proposing to you, so I’m hoping they won’t burn something down right now.” He looked up you, his blue eyes full of adoration towards you, his hands pathetically shaking as he held the black velvet box.
“So before they do anything, will you marry me?” Tears streamed down your voice as you quickly nodded your head, Tim stopped trembling and quickly got up as you wrapped him into a hug the boys cheering in the background. Tim slipped on the simple diamond ring on your finger the grin never disappearing from his face.
“Well would you look at that.” Dick pulled you both out of your moment with a huge smirk on his face.
“It seems that a mistletoe has appeared.” Jason pointed up, you looked up to see a hanging mistletoe, Damian carefully holding it up from the railing of the staircase.
“This is your cue to kiss her imbecile!” Damian sneered, Tim quickly cupped your face and kissed you, the boys teasing remarks slipping out their mouths.
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