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ramsywasalittlelamb · 5 months

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I’m Not Here, This Isn’t Happening

Tim Drake-Centric, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, littlest crumbs of age regression. 3.1k Words.

hello!! forefront and foremost, this is not a regression fic, nor is it a fic you should read while regressed!! I wrote this to get some things off my mind, my day-to-day experience is this entire fic, just projected onto timmy.

title from How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

Massive TW/CW warning. This whole fic revolves around death and grief. intrusive and obsessive thoughts about death, descriptions of dying/death, and impulsive behavior on thoughts are in this. Please take caution reading, do not read if you think you may get triggered. There is no character death actually happening in this, just described/imagined in a negative lighting. Please do not hesitate to let me know if I need to add any more warnings.

The black ceiling he stares up into is seemingly staring back at him with a threatening look. At least, that’s what it feels like.

The thoughts and concerns swarm his head like a hive of angry hornets, stinging away every distraction he attempted. He tried counting sheep, thinking of the cases he’s been sitting on, even the recipes Bernard had texted him to try since he’d been too busy to actually taste his boyfriend's cooking.

But even through all of those, his mind kept going back to his family— more like the loss of family. And no, not his parents, though they do pop in quite often during late nights like these.

He remembers during his robin days, death hadn’t scared him because it didn’t seem permanent at the time— even though all the deaths that happened around him had affected him, it didn’t really hit him recently that his parents truly weren’t coming back.

Earlier in the day, he had woken up to someone brushing his hair back to wake him up, and his first thought was “Oh, Mom’s home.” Only to open his eyes and see Dick looking down at him with a smile, beginning to quietly talk about what Alfred had cooked and his plans for the day. Tim wasn’t listening though, a silent grief had struck through his chest at the remembrance that his mom wasn’t alive anymore.

Bruce had told him— No, everyone had told him that grief is weird. It will hit you when you least expect it, and all you can do is sit with your thoughts and try to cope. He had brushed it off, saying he’d be okay. Sure, he was sad about his parents, but.. now that Tim looks back to those words and emotions, he thinks he was in denial that they weren’t coming back.

Now Tim lays here, years later, inside his bedroom at Wayne Manor, staring at the empty ceiling with thoughts of his current loved ones dying in every scenario possible, because grief, trauma, and brains are lovely like that.

He can feel the tears streaming down his temples and into his hair, but he can’t find it in him to care. All he can focus on is the feeling of a loss that hasn’t happened. They’re not gone. Bruce is in the next room over, asleep in his way too big bed. Dick is probably awake, texting or on a video chat with one of his friends.

They’re breathing. They’re alive.

Why can’t he make his brain get that?

He sits up, a trembling hand over his chest that stutters with his quick breaths, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the tears, even though he knows full well they’ll be replaced in seconds.

They’re alive. He’s alive.

It really doesn’t feel like it though.

He can feel his heart beating wildly, the breaths he sucks in through his mouth, the blood rushing in his ears. Reminders that he’s awake and alive.

He doesn’t wanna die.

He’s terrified of it. He’s seen it happen in front of him countless times now, and everyone is right, it doesn’t get easier, but he feels alone. Nobody has talked about the constant fear of it when you’re not facing it up close. In the moment of near death, there isn’t much to think of besides get out. But afterwards, there’s so much time to think of the what if’s, so much silence to fill in the darkness of an empty room.

The song in his headphones switches over to another, a song Dick had shown him when he was robin, and suddenly he’s crying harder, his eyes shutting instinctively as they burn with tears. He can’t keep quiet anymore, but he doesn’t really care.

All he can think of is the day when everyone in his life is gone, dead, and there would be no way of them returning. Because as much as he hates to admit it, everyone does have to die someday, and we’re all not immortal.

All he can think of is when he admitted his fears to Dick on the rooftop one day when they both couldn’t sleep. The 4am delirium that makes you spill your guts and makes you regret it in the morning for even thinking about saying that, but then you realize you feel a little lighter for just saying the words out loud for someone who's crying by your side and just listening.

He still regrets it sometimes, saying those fears and worries out loud to someone who actually knows him. It was like revealing he had done something bad, like he wasn’t supposed to think or feel like that. Dick didn’t and still hasn’t brought it up, part of him hopes and believes that Dick was so tired and emotional that night that he had forgotten about what he said entirely.

But the other half hopes that Dick remembers, that he keeps it in his mind and just gets reminded how fragile Tim actually is, that Tim sometimes still feels like that kid who just went through two personal losses— three if he’s being parasocial.

He still feels like that kid.

He takes in a shuddering breath, shoving the headphones off and clutching the now damp tissue tighter in his hand as he stares at the tv that plays some person's gameplay of a Legend of Zelda game, another distraction that didn’t work.

His therapist said to reassure himself that everything is okay, that nothing is wrong and everyone is fine.

The reassurance he speaks to himself in his head doesn't do anything to combat the words his head produces, yelling at him to at least check one of them. Take a peek inside their bedroom, watch for a breath, maybe movement if he’s lucky, and once he has that reassurance that they’re alive, he can sleep peacefully.

He doesn’t even realize he’s opening a door until it’s too late, his thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Thankfully, his subconscious had some kind of mind to be quiet and slow with the creaky wooden doors, and he continues to open it, only realizing he went to Damian’s bedroom when he spots the kid on his bed, all the animals tucked around him like they were personal bodyguards.

He stills, watches Damian carefully with squinted eyes as if it’d help him see in the dark, focusing on the boy's chest. When it falls with a puff of air coming from his mouth, Tim releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He watches for a bit longer, just to be sure, he tells himself. The kid was a menace, specifically to him most of the time, but he loved Damian nonetheless. His brother is okay.

For extra caution he watches Titus, Ace and Alfred the cat, ensuring their breaths were even and good. The pets are okay.

He closes the door to Damian’s room gently so as to not make any noise, backing up slowly and missing the creaky floorboards with a silent sigh of relief. Damian is okay, the animals are okay, everyone is okay, which means he’s okay.

He.. thinks…

He’s supposed to feel better, no more racing thoughts that all these well trained and in good health people that could take care of themselves in a dangerous situation, are dead in their bedrooms, just rotting away.

They’re still there though. The thoughts about the youngest have quieted down, but the ones about the rest have gotten louder. Maybe he shouldn’t have listened to the thoughts nagging at him to check.

He debates for a moment before deciding to continue through with what his anxiety wants, he’s already awake and walking around, and he’s definitely not falling asleep anytime soon. He goes to the next room, Duke’s. Tim, zero. Anxiety, one.

He opens the door with the same stealth as before, looking inside through the small slit between the door and frame to see Duke and Cass sprawled out on his bed. Cass is mostly laying on top of him, an arm wrapped around his midsection in a hug while her head is tucked underneath his chin. Tim watches as they take breaths, careful to not disturb the two as he closes the door and steps away. He’s shocked he didn’t wake Cass up when he left his room, honestly.

He treks further down the hall, he hears light chatter and laughter coming from a room, looking towards the one that emits the noise only to see light coming from underneath the door. Dick’s room. He gives himself a gold star for getting his assumptions right on what his family would be doing at this hour.

Tim can hear him, see his shadow pacing back and forth as he talks to who Tim assumes is Wally judging by how Dick jokes and laughs so genuinely.

Tim stays there for a moment in the hallway, just outside of Dick’s door, listening to him laughing.

He stores that precious noise that he’d normally find obnoxious in his brain, in a safe and locked compartment titled his favorite sounds, praying to whoever or whatever is out there, that he never forgets it.

The tears that drip from his eyes and onto the floor brings him out of the trance of love and grief his brain entered, blinking himself back to reality and his mission.

He stops in front of the room that Stephanie usually stays in, questioning if she arrived earlier today— yesterday?— or if she comes over later. He can’t remember, but it doesn’t hurt to check.

He opens the door steadily to a Stephanie-free room.

That certainly didn’t help his anxiety.

He shakes it off, reminding himself Steph is probably not even at the manor right now and is most likely asleep in her own room. She’s okay. He’s okay. If he says it enough times it’ll be true.

He presses forward to Jason’s designated room, shifting his weight between his feet and fidgeting with the frayed edges of his blanket. Jason is a light sleeper, not that Tim can blame him, but trying to sneak a glimpse of the man while also trying not to disturb his sleep sounds like an impossible task.

Jason could be dying again, and if he dies, it’ll be your fault for not checking.

Tim tries to hurriedly open the door whilst being quiet, and though Jason shifts and snuffles a bit in his bed, the man doesn’t actually wake up. Tim mentally high fives himself while actually wiping away the tears that formed at the thought of Jason going through death again, never more happy to see someone shuffling in their bed.

He watches for a bit longer— or really, watching Jason’s bruised-up face go from an angry pout to neutral as his body relaxes. He hates to see Jason with bruises and injuries all over his body. He hates to see anyone with bruises and injuries all over their body. But Jason is breathing, so he’ll take it as a win.

He closes the door, taking a shaky breath and releasing it like Dick had taught him to calm himself down. Don’t let your emotions control you, you control them. He turns around and—

He lets out a small yelp as his eyes widen, slapping his hand over his mouth when he realizes it’s just Alfred.

Alfred raises his eyebrows with a bit of— not well hidden— shock at the sight of Tim, to which Tim realizes how disheveled he must look. He’s barely gotten any sleep, barely even left his room today, really. He knows the dark bags underneath his eyes must be worse than usual judging by how Alfred scans his face carefully. Not to mention the dried and continuously reoccurring tears on his face and eyes, his hair messy and sticking up and out whichever way it wants— Tim didn’t want to fight it today.

“Master Timothy, I apologize for startling you, but what are you doing up at this hour? Watching Master Jason, for that matter.” Alfred says quietly, moving the tray that rested in his hands to balancing it on one, taking Tim’s elbow and guiding him away from Jason’s door to have their conversation.

“I-“ He croaks out, his voice hoarse from god knows what. “I’m just having some trouble sleeping, no need to worry about me.” Tim manages to say, his words tremble and stutter more than he’d like to ever admit.

Alfred frowns at him, and Tim knows he’s been seen through. He wasn’t exactly lying, but he certainly wasn’t telling the whole truth. And nobody can successfully lie in this family, especially not to Alfred, if you even dare to. Plus, Alfred most definitely knows of this almost nightly routine that he does by now. Alfred doesn’t sleep on the second floor, his own bedroom below everyone else’s, and Tim is sure the footsteps and old floorboards making noises all the time doesn’t help very much in trying to get sleep when they’re always above you.

“Where do you plan on going next?” Alfred asks, his voice growing softer, nonjudgmental, as his hand travels from Tim’s arm to rub between his shoulder blades.

“Uhm..” He starts, only pausing to ponder the question— or how he should answer the question, he should say. He could be honest, make his final stop towards Bruce’s room, which is the most difficult one out of everyone, for a good reason he might add. Or he could lie (again) and say to the kitchen for a cup of water, or perhaps back to his bedroom, where he’ll cry himself to sleep and not tell anyone.

“Bruce.” He murmurs out, sniffling as he looks down to his feet, ashamed to admit the truth, especially when he knew that Alfred knew already.

“Alright. Let’s go check on him together, shall we?” Alfred replies calmly, holding out his elbow for Tim to take. Oh, so he does know. If he wasn’t so terrified right now, he’d think the offer of the butler’s arm is childish, but he feels like Alfred has some sort of safety net over his anxiety. If Alfred was around, everything would be okay. Bruce would be okay. Tim would be okay.

They reach the door, Alfred about to open the door for the two of them, but Tim pauses a few steps away from it.

What if Bruce is injured? What if he’s dead on his bed, and they just have to be the people to find him. What if he’s actively dying, gasping for a breath and bleeding out and—

He feels his hand get squeezed. He blinks and stares down blankly through the tears where Alfred’s hand holds his.

“It’s alright, my dear boy. Bruce is perfectly okay, I promise.” Alfred whispers, and Tim is glad he doesn’t smile to sugar coat the words. The confidence in his voice reassures Tim more than any words he’s said to himself tonight.

He nods, holding his breath as they enter.

He looks at the bed to see Bruce. His eyes watery and wide as he stares at Bruce’s chest.

It rises with an audible inhale.

Tim releases an audible exhale.

Alfred squeezes his hand again before releasing it and moving away to Bruce’s side, putting the pill capsules and a cup of room temperature water on his nightstand for when he wakes.

Tim tries to focus on Alfred, but his brain interrupts to keep watching Bruce, convincing him if he looks away Bruce will die. He’s certain of it.

“Master Tim, I’d suggest getting some rest now.” Alfred whispers as he walks to him and leaning closer to his ear as to not wake Bruce. Tim wants to nod, wants to leave the room and go to his own bed and just sleep for once this week without crying onto his pillows till he passes out from exhaustion.

But he can’t. He feels stuck in place as he watches Bruce with a hawk-eye gaze.

“I.. I don’t want him to die.” He murmurs, his eyes staying trained on one spot, eyebrows furrowing. “If I sleep, he— he dies, Alfred.”

Alfred pauses, a moment of silence between the two, the only noise being Bruce’s breaths and the old manor being its usually squeaky self.

“May I offer my word and promise that I will watch over him while you sleep?” Alfred says, attempting a compromise.

…

“Only if I’m allowed to sleep in here tonight.”

“I do believe that is not up for me to decide.”

Tim trusts Alfred— probably more than anyone else in his life,— but he hates making Alfred get this pressure of being perfect and solving problems all the time. Does the man ever get sleep? Does he ever allow himself sleep? Tim is just adding onto the burdens Alfred carry’s when he can just sit in here and watch Bruce him—

“Timothy. Please. Allow yourself rest, I will ensure his safety just as much as I do for all of you every night. If anything were to happen, I will alert you.” Alfred interrupts, brows furrowing with a frown as he stares at Tim.

Alfred’s expression changes to a smile when Tim’s teary eyes flick over and stay on Alfred’s eyes.

“There you are.” He says simply, taking Tim’s hand and elbow into his hands, guiding him over to the other side of Bruce’s bed, helping him onto it and making sure he’s adjusted and comfortable.

Bruce shuffles, making Tim pause. Once cleared to, he continues to snuggle his way into the sheets, his own being laid on top by Alfred. He flips onto his side, making sure he’s facing Bruce so he can watch, before remembering Alfred was going to sacrifice sleep so Tim could. So he thinks of a solution.

He’s hesitant, but then reasons with himself, he’s doing it for a purpose— his mental wellbeing, actually. Bruce should be proud. He scoots closer to Bruce so his head lays on his chest, allowing himself to make sure he’s still breathing. To make sure he’s still alive

“I’ll be right here the whole night.” Alfred reassures Tim before pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead, then Bruce’s for good measure..

He closes his dry eyes, head moving with the rise and fall of Bruce’s chest. He’s breathing. He’s alive.

Bruce is okay.

His brothers and sisters are okay.

His family is okay.

He’s okay.

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ellieshand · 1 year

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MY CURRENT WIPS !!

ellie williams x reader | when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

ellie williams x reader | but little do we know, the stars welcome her with open arms

ellie williams x reader | your girlfriend calls me daddy*

ellie williams x oc | up all night, i won't quit i’m thinking i’m gonna steal you from him*

*smut

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catxsnow · 3 years

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BATFAM MASTERLIST

BRUCE WAYNE

warming up

let’s have a baby

take the bullet

please [18+]

fifth try is the charm

under the mask

cute suit

happiness

DICK GRAYSON

home

old wounds - part two

truth be told

the best damn parents

ww III

falling fast

circus freak

deserved relaxation [18+]

hungry

blinded training

JASON TODD

spitfire

no more

sleepless sanctuary

where’s your suit?

truth be told

same fate

easier this way

imperfect mornings

nervous

flirting gets you nowhere

writer’s block [18+]

mid-july

lost in yesterday

afternoon reading [18+]

TIM DRAKE

whine

nighttime studies

hanging up the cowl

jealous much?

coffee break? [18+]

you not him

elevator mishap

after hours [completed series, 18+]

obviously unobvious

DAMIAN WAYNE

puppy love

pretty eyes

nightmare secrets

admit it

draw me

protect you

mother doesn’t know best

dreaming of you

bruises

broken roses

BATFAM/BATMOM

replaced - part two

prom dates

hidden naps

ivy’s command

baring the burden

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sparkleofpizza · 4 years

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The archer - Tim Drake x reader 4/?

Requested: no

Warnings: swearing, death, gore, fluff

Taglist: @isthataladybag @the-fandom-ness @takoyakkun @caswinchester2000

Summary: Y/n Queen will be living in the Wayne Manor for a while, and Dick Grayson decided to be the Cupid between her and his little brother Tim Drake.

Word count: 2.807

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Arrow after arrow was shot to the target glued to the wall. You kept going, practicing was a good thing to keep your mind off things and also clear your head. Sometimes it was good to just let your pent up feelings go with every arrow that left your quiver.

You haven’t been out on patrol since you moved to Gotham two months ago, all you did was sometimes spare with Jason - that was a rare occurrence now, he had one of his many fights with Bruce and has been avoiding the manor lately. That left you to practice archery on your own, not that you minded, it was good being alone for a while.

You could feel Damian’s eyes on you. You knew he had been keeping a close eye on you ever since they found out about the whole League of Assassins stuff. Even if you hadn’t heard what they were talking at the kitchen, you would’ve still found out he was suspicious of you, he didn’t know how to keep a low profile when giving you murderous glares or muttering under his breath - maybe he wasn’t trying to be subtle, maybe he wanted you to know he was keeping tabs on you.

You didn’t mind him watching you, you just kept doing your thing at the batcave. You didn’t want to pick a fight with a twelve year old.

“Hi.” Tim said, a smile on his face as he came to a stop beside you “I didn’t see you at breakfast today.”

“Good morning.” You nodded your head, not daring to look at him “I didn’t have breakfast today.”

He frowned “Why not?”

“So I could practice.”

He nodded his head, watching you do your thing. You looked beautiful, deadly and beautiful. He couldn’t help but admire you, you didn’t even seem to notice - at least he hoped you didn’t, he didn’t want to seem creep.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me?” He asked before he could think about it

“I thought you already had breakfast.” You put your bow down to look at him

He smiled sheepishly “I could never pass up the opportunity to drink more coffee and spend some time basking at your company.”

You felt heat spread through your cheeks. That was very smooth of him.

You nodded your head, agreeing to his idea of breakfast. You didn’t trust your voice to not betray you with your feelings for him if you spoke your agreement out loud.

You put your bow and arrows away, taking that time to gain control back of your emotions. This is Tim, the guy who doesn’t trust you enough to ask you questions about you himself - you had to remind yourself that.

“I was thinking we could have breakfast at a cafe downtown.” He said, walking out of the cave with you “It is one of my favorite places, they have really good coffee.”

“Sure.” You smiled at him “I just need to get changed.”

Tim nodded, taking notice of your sports bra and leggings. He let his gaze linger on your body as you disappeared from his sight to go to your room to get dressed.

After taking a quick shower and throwing on some clothes, and sunscreen on your face. You went down to meet Tim waiting for you.

You honestly had no idea what to expect from this breakfast with him. You were still weary of him after the conversation you overheard. You are still waiting for him to tell you, but apparently he wasn’t going to do so, and you are honestly disappointed.

Dating had always been a hard thing for you, considering your life and everything. You tried dating people you met at high school, but you couldn’t exactly say ‘hi, I can’t go on a date with you tonight because I am helping the Green Arrow fight a big threat to the city.’ Then again, most people were only interested in dating a Queen and not to exactly date you. And you also did try to date Connor, but it just didn’t work, you see each other too much as a family to have romantic feelings involved.

And then you met Tim, and he was cute and sweet and pretty and soooo incredible. You really did think that maybe things would go right this time, but just like everyone else in your love life, he let you down.

As you sat at the coffee shop, stirring your drink with a straw, you watched as Tim seemed way too nervous. He kept pushing his hair back and gripping on his cup.

“Are you ok?” You questioned, eyeing him suspiciously

“Y-yeah. No.” He shook his head making you frown “There’s something you should know.”

You nodded, motioning for him to keep talking. Whatever he was going to tell you, didn’t seem like it was a good thing.

“I did something bad, something I really shouldn’t have done. And guilty has been eating me alive because I just can’t believe it I did it instead of taking to you.”

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Is he going to tell you what you think he is going to tell you?

"What did you do?" you asked quietly after a moment of silence

Tim took a deep breath before looking into your eyes. It was now or never.

"After you told us about the League of Assassins thing, I realized I didn't know much about you, so instead of asking you what I wanted to know I looked you up and found out a lot of things about you. I am really sorry I treated you as some sort of criminal, it was not my intention and I realized that I shouldn't have done that the minute I finished doing it."

You kept quiet, processing his words. Although you already knew the truth, you are still trying to find out if he really means what he said. He didn't seem to be lying, and he does seemed very nervous to tell you that.

"I already knew."

He blinked a few times, not fully comprehending what you had just said.

"I'm sorry, what?"

You smiled a little "I said I already knew what you did, Tim." you chuckled "I overheard you and your brothers talking in the kitchen."

"And you're not mad?" His eyes were wide, making him look adorable

"Oh, I am more upset and disappointed than mad. I didn't say anything because I wanted to know if you were going to tell me, and I am glad you did."

He nodded his head, feeling a bit of relief, but also sad you are upset and disappointed with him. These are not good feelings.

"I spent the last two week trying to find ways to tell you, none of them seemed good enough because what I did was really a shit action." He hesitantly grabbed your hand that was lying on top of the table, his cold fingers caressing your palm, making shivers go down your spine "I'm really sorry about what I did, y/n. And I totally understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. I just need you to know that I am truly deeply sorry."

You smiled at him, squeezing his hand. Could this boy be more perfect?

"It's ok, Timmy, I understand why you did what you did. In this line of work, you can't make mistakes, even if it means doubting people you shouldn't be doubting." You leaned over the table, pecking his cheek "I forgive you."

Tim seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, processing your words and the kiss you just gave him.

"Thank you. I don't know what I would do if you didn't want to talk to me anymore, I really like you."

His cheeks were tinted a dust pink and so were yours.

"I really like you, too."

To say you and Tim were living daydreaming after having admitted you two liked each other was an understatement. You were so happy that he liked you two that it didn't even occur to you that you said you liked each other and then did nothing about it. But Dick Grayson was having none of it.

"So you're telling me you told y/n that you like her and she said she likes you back, but you didn't kiss her or even asked her out on a proper date?" he had to refrain himself from yelling out in frustration

He and Tim were standing together at a rooftop of an apartment building while on patrol. He asked his little brother how the two of you were doing, and although he was delighted to hear you both declared liking each other, he was very disappointed that was it. Nothing more happened.

"I was too busy making sure she didn't hate me after what I did." Tim shook his head, not believing his older brother was disappointed in him "I didn't know if I'd be rushing into things by kissing her after what I told her."

Dick nodded his head, heaving a sight "I know, I know. It is just that... Oh, there is so much sexual tension when you two are together, I just want you to kiss and be a happy sweet little couple together! Is that too much to ask?!"

The younger boy felt his cheeks heat up with what the other had said. There wasn't that obvious sexual tension between you two. Was there? Oh God, he hopes not, that would awkward for other people. Tim still remembers how he felt weird when Dick was pinning over Kori, the tension between them, the endless flirting and longing looks, it used to kill him to be in their presence with the Titans. He didn't want anyone to go trought what he did, and to know he was doing the same. The worst, or best, part was that he didn't even realize it because he was so enchanted by you that he didn't notice he was pinning over you that hard.

"I'll ask her to have dinner with me tomorrow." Tim settled with that, if you are still awake when he returns home from patrol then he will ask you out on a proper date, that's it

"Good, and then I will help you prepare it!" the older boy grinned at his little brother

Before Tim could reply, telling him there was no need to do so, Jason cut their conversation short.

"Although, I love to hear about replacement's love life, there is still a job to be done." he said trough the coms "So if you could meet me that would be great. There is some fucked up shit here."

You didn't want to seem desperate, but you also couldn't help but stay awake waiting for Tim to return home after patrol. You had already talked for almost two hours on the phone with Connor, telling him everything that happened. Then you FaceTimed Oliver to see how his mission was doing, and proceeded to get very annoyed with the fact that he still refused to tell what the mission was, saying he would tell you everything once he gets back next week.

You also tried sleeping, but you kept thinking about your brother's safety and then your thoughts would drift back to Tim and how you wished when you kissed his cheek, earlier today, that you had kissing him on the mouth instead.

That left you wandering around the cave, telling Alfred you were just waiting for them to come back in case any of them were hurt and needed medical assistance. The butler knew you were just waiting for Tim to arrive, but didn't say anything, only gave you a knowing smile.

So when they all finally arrived home, you expected tired faces and sore muscles, not faces like they've seen ghosts. You frowned upon watching their expressions, did something happen?

Bruce had a deep frown on his face and quickly dismissed Alfred when he asked him something. Damian went straight to the showers, Dick and Jason had lost looks on their faces, and Tim seemed deep in thought, almost missing the chair as he sat down to use the batcomputer, typing furiously in it.

You bit your lower lip, it seemed like it had been a rough night. Thankfully none of them were hurt.

"Hey." you said in a low tone, not really wanting to disturb Tim, but also wanting to give him some comfort "Everything alright?"

He turned to look at you, in his hurry to use the computer he didn't even took his mask off. You raised your hands, brushing some hair from his forehead, and then pulling the mask away from his face, reveling his blue eyes and deep bags.

"Hi." he whispered, basking in your tender touch, you rubber his temple, trying to ease some tension "Just something that doesn't make sense."

You hummed, letting your hand go to his hair as you massaged his scalp with your fingernails. Tim closed his eyes, enjoining the sensation you were proportioning to him. He placed his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he smushed his face against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. After what he saw tonight, feeling your warmth and sweet touch were everything his needed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you questioned him, not wanting him to you trough this alone

"It is not something nice, I'm not sure if..." you placed a kiss on top of his head and he almost melted against you "It is a really horrible thing to say, are you sure you want to know it?"

"Yes." you tilted his back so he could look you in the eyes "Tell me, you don't have to suffer alone." you kissed both of his cheeks

Tim felt his insides burning, he wasn't used to so much affection. Of course, his brother Dick was a man of hugs, he loves to hug his brothers, but other than that, Tim is a pretty touch starved boy. He was almost sighing in contentment with your touch and kisses, he wanted nothing more than to just stay like this forever.

"Ok." he pulled back from you, still keeping his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down so you could sit on his thighs, he wanted to be able to look you in the eyes

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

So Tim proceeded to tell you what him and his family had seen tonight. The trail of bodies at the casino Jason asked them to meet him. All the blood and every single one of the people in there dead. How they all looked horribly, so many wounds, so many knives, arrows, bullets. It was honestly one of the worst things he had ever seen in his life - he was Red Robin and before that Robin, born and raised in Gotham, he had seen a lot of horrible things in his life, but what he saw tonight? It was absurd.

All the time he was telling you the events, you kept a comforting hand on him, wether caressing his hair, or trailing patters on his arms. He was glad you were there, making him calm and come down from the high emotions he was feeling.

"This sounds like something the League could do." you muttered

He shook his head "There was something off about that, it didn't look like the League of Assassins pattern."

"Maybe the League of Shadows?"

He shook his head again, staring at the computer screen across from you.

"Can you show me?" you asked, he frowned at you

"I don't think you should see it, pretty bird. It really is horrible."

"Maybe I can help. Please."

He hesitantly pulled the pictures he took with his phone, showing the casino littered with bodies. Your small hands zoomed into the picture, watching it with close eye and disgust, it really was horrible. You were sure this would cloud your nightmares tonight.

"I know this arrows." you said "Malcom Merlyn uses them."

"So you think this was a mercenary work?" he questioned, it did make a bit of sense, but it was so brutal the way they were killed

You shook your head. Still staring at the picture in front of you, a thousand of thoughts running trough your mind. Possibilites, theories, everything. You couldn't even bring yourself to conclude one thought before another came crashing down.

Tim gripped at your hands before closing the picture. Staring at it would do you no good. He also didn't want to look at it anymore for now.

You turned around to look at him, a frown adorning your face making him worry.

"Timmy, have you ever heard of the Ninth Circle?"

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OBVIOUSLY UNOBVIOUS T.D.

Request: I have a request ! It's kinda angsty but what if tim and y/n work together(maybe your like second in comment at WE), and y/n knows his secret, y/n is also very strong(powers or not up to you ) and Tim manages to convince her to join the Titans.y/n likes him , and she can't help but be jealous of him and Cassandra's friendship.y/n tries not to like cass but fails Bc she's just that good of a friend

Sorry it's a Tim request! Where Tim and y/n are unaware of their feelings for each other. So Tim asks cass to be touchy, more friendly, and y/n is unaffected but on the inside she's boiling , so she asks Bart to be extra flirty, and it's just one big hot mess.

Request for Tim falling for the new member of the Titans , y/n the protege of green arrow/black canary , Tim bring mad protective/jealous every time Bart flirts with her, yn being oblivious as hell

Warning: fluff, mentions of blood,

A/N: I combined three requests because they were all kinda simliar in the bart/cassie making reader jealous so I hope you don’t mind.

Word Count: 4k

Joining the Teen Titans had not been your idea. At all.

Tim pestered you for months to join his silly little band of sidekicks. You met him not long after he 'saved' you from a night of patrol gone wrong. New to Gotham and not quite understanding just how much of a hell hole it was. Avoiding Batman was easier than you thought - but Robin? Not so much.

Robin was kind to you, unlike his mentor. He always had a boyish smile for you, some explanation of the new tech he got excited over, and he never questioned who you really were. You knew that he knew your entire identity, how could the great Batman let his sidekick cohort with an unnamed masked vigilante?

You found yourself seeking his company more than seeking criminals at night. It wasn't just having someone watch your back, it was even if you didn't know who was hiding under the mask you felt like you could trust him. Robin quickly became the one person you could constantly rely on.

Robin was somehow always there when you got yourself into a tight situation. Cornered by goons that outnumbered you by a landslide, an unexpected amount of hired guns at a drug bust, even when you stumbled upon higher up criminals did he managed to be there just in the nick of time.

The reliance became almost unhealthy. Any time you were stuck in a rut you told yourself he would be there, he would always be there. And then he wasn't. In the moments that you needed him most, he wouldn't show up at all. Bloody and bruised, you'd barely make it out alive because you believed that he would show up.

It was your own fault for putting faith in someone you didn't even know the name of. Batman and Robin had their own issues, their own battles to fight - they didn't always have the time for yours.

A freezing Saturday night Batman had found you barely breathing in a dark alley. Ganged up out of the blood, trauma to the head that left you dazed and barely able to fight. It was a small gang that you thought you had taken down months ago - turns out they were just hiding in the shadows and waiting to attack.

They left you half-dead in the alley, hoping that you would have learned your lesson to not mess with them again. Instead, it made you angry - furious at them, at yourself for messing up like this. Revenge was the only thing on your mind while you tried to push yourself up to move again.

Truth was, if it wasn't for Batman showing up, you weren't sure if you would have ever made it back home alive. He took you to the infamous batcave, tended to your wounds like his own sidekick. He was silent, just as he always was whenever he saw you and Robin together. The quiet made it painfully obvious that Robin wasn't there that night.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning, still in the cave and with an unfamiliar face at your side. Dark tufts of black hair that stuck up in every direction, sharp cheekbones that could barely be seen from the hand resting on his face. He wore shorts, despite the cold that lingered in the air.

Your eyes flickered to the Robin costume that was displayed in a glass stand. Bright reds and greens that always stood out in the night and made it oh-so-easy to spot. A mask that covered only the eyes and the sculpted cheeks bones of the boy hiding beneath. It was Robin that was sleeping in the chair beside your bed, maskless and vulnerable to someone he didn't even know.

"You're awake," he spoke without opening his eyes. Sleep was heavy in his voice. The usual pep that he had was replaced with a hoarseness that had you taken aback for a split moment. Bright blue eyes met yours. You always wondered what color they'd be, but you never expected them to be so vibrant - so full of life.

"How could you have possibly woken up from that, I haven't even moved," You tried to joke. A pain rippled through your whole body. Bruises dark in color splattered against you and a tight wrap was around your ribs where surely half of them were broken or cracked. You could feel the swell in your lips, the metallic taste of blood that lingered in your mouth even hours after you were defeated. Without needing to see yourself, you knew that you were looking rough.

"You were making noises in your sleep, they stopped when you woke up," Robin informed you. Whimpers and whines from the pain that ached throughout you echoed through the cave for hours. He knew of getting his ass handed to him, and he knew just how you felt that moment. "How are you feeling?"

Tim felt guilty. He tried his best to watch over you in the ferocious Gotham life, but sometimes he hadn't made it in time. You were lucky to be alive, and if that wasn't the case he wouldn't be able to live with himself, not when he was on some stupid team-building exercise in San Francisco.

There were tons of descriptions that you could have used to describe how you were feeling. Enraged. Embarrassed. Vengeful. "Sore," you settled with. Tim nodded, by the hesitance you had he wasn't sure if that was going to be your final answer. You rubbed a hand down your face, mixed feelings running through more than ever.

The familiar feeling of bare skin met your path. No mask, no covering your identity. No surprise that Batman did so. You paused a moment before sticking that same hand out for Robin to shake. "I presume you already knew long ago, but (Y/N) (L/N)."

Tim accepted your hand, surprised at the sudden grip that you had on him in your weakened state. "Tim Drake, I assume you already put together that I'm Robin," he mocked your words. "It's nice to officially meet you, (Y/N)."

Months of trying to convince you that joining the Teen Titans was the best thing that could happen to you. Not only would you get the additional training you needed, but you would have the resources and a team. You'd get friends - and most importantly you'd get to be near Tim more often.

As annoying as his pestering was to get you to join him, it was far more adorable. He'd get this little pout on his face, bottom lip sticking out that made you just want to kiss him. You knew the reason - or thought you knew - why he wanted you to join. He was scared for you. That night in the alley when he wasn't even home terrified him.

He was going to make sure that it never happened again. Tim would be there to protect you, and if he couldn't then his friends sure as hell would. Months of bribing, swaying, hangouts, and patrol, Tim finally convinced you to join him. The time you spent together had brought you closer together as friends.

It also brought unwanted feelings that kept you up at night. The little amount of sleep that you usually got dwindled as your thoughts and dreams became consumed by Tim Drake. He was more than a friend, a partner, a teammate - he was someone that you could love for the rest of your life. Yet, he had no idea.

Joining his little band of heroes didn't help either. You spent far more time with him. Training, missions, just hanging out in the lounge of the infamous Titans Tower. He became your every living moment - along with his friends. They weren't all easy to get along with. Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg, they all acted like they controlled your each and every move.

Conner Kent, Superboy, as nice as he was whenever he spent time with Tim you couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Bart took a while to get used to - just as Tim had told you it would. He was nice to you, but his literal sense of being all over the place drove you nuts. Cassie? Well, she was the one that got on your nerves the most.

Whenever Cassie and Tim were in the same room together, she hung off him like a leech. No matter what was going on she was right at his side. She made it impossible to hang out with him and you had no idea why she was so possessive of him. It seemed impossible to enjoy her presence.

It was also impossible to hate her too. Whenever the two of you worked alone, she was always so incredibly kind to you. She would help you when you messed up or offered words of advice from her own mistakes. Cassie wasn't afraid to admit to you that she's messed up far more than you had. It was confusing why she changed so much around Tim.

It was annoying to see his stupid little smiles every time you were visibly frustrated with them together. It was even worse when their hugs lasted a little longer than they needed to be. Your jealousy of Cassie was getting out of hand, and that would only mean that bad decisions would be made.

You stood with your fist raised, ready to knock on the door in front of you. Maybe this choice was petty, maybe you were more scared to admit your own feelings than you were fighting monsters. Truth was, you just wanted to see Tim react the same way that you did when he was around Cassie. What better way than to use one of his own friends to do it?

Kon was too loyal to Tim to keep a secret. Victor and Gar wouldn't agree to it in the slightest - them being the 'responsible leaders' that they were. That left Bart Allen. Speedster. Kid Flash. As kind as he was, you didn't know him well enough to know if he would even agree to this ridiculous plan of yours.

The more you thought about it, the more ridiculous it even was. Why waste time trying to make Tim jealous when he probably didn't even think about how Cassie acted around him? Why not just tell him outright that after over a year of working together, you had caught major feelings for him?

Before you could change your mind about this whole thing, Bart's door opened. He looked ready to run out to do god knows what but stopped, confused, when he saw you standing there. "(Y/N), hey, uh," Bart scratched the back of his head. You never stopped by to see him. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I talk to you?" Your gaze turned to the end of the hall when hearing footsteps. Black and yellow cape, green shirt, of course, Tim remained in uniform even in his downtime. He met your eyes for a moment, a smile making it's way to his face before realizing that you were talking to Bart. His gaze turned to a glare when seeing how little of a space was between you and Bart.

Seeing his small change in facial expression had just confirmed that you liked seeing him jealous - if that's even what his emotion was. You smiled his way before grabbing Bart's hand and leading him back into his room. The door slammed shut before Tim could even reach it.

"What-" Bart tried to ask.

"I need you to do me a favour," Bart's room was a mess. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, unmade bed, food wrappers, and pizza boxes covering every inch of furniture. The difference between him and Tim was astounding just by looking at their living spaces. "I need you to help me make Tim jealous."

Surprisingly, Bart was quick to agree with your little plan. He too noticed that since your arrival to the tower, Tim and Cassie were closer than ever. If he was to notice, then surely there had to be something going on, right? Either way, it just fueled your desire to make him jealous even more.

They were small actions at first. You'd make sure that Bart would enter your room just as Tim was walking by, only to leave again moments later when he was gone. Always being quick to pair up with you for everything, only for Tim to argue that his pairing with you made more sense. Lingering hugs, watching movies together, sharing food.

Tim was quickly annoyed with Bart's presence whenever you were with him. However, he didn't bring it up. His glares, huffs of annoyance, and cold behaviour were all obvious though he never asked about your sudden interest in his best friend.

Kon, the only one that wasn't involved, but invested, quickly picked up on what happened. Tim got Cassie to be touchy the first day that you arrived. You asked Bart to do just the same. It was obvious what was going on to everyone besides you and Tim.

As funny as it was to watch, he was also getting annoyed at the lack of communication between you. According to Tim, you and him were best friends before you decided to join the team. Now, it seemed that you had never been farther apart because of your ruses.

"You and Bart got close since you've arrived," Tim was leaning against the door of your room. It had been days since the two of you had talked alone and you missed him. Keeping this fake-touchy relationship with Bart was exhausting. It didn't even seem to be worth it - until this moment.

"Yeah, he's a good guy," You peaked above the book you held in your hand. Tim invited himself into your room and sprawled across the bottom of your bed. He didn't want to hear about your relationship with Bart, but the words slipped his mouth before he could think of anything else. It drove him nuts seeing the two of you together. "Made this place feel like a home."

He didn't, at all. Truth was, you wished that you were back in Gotham, back where you didn't know you had to share Tim with anyone besides Batman. Now, with all his friends, you felt like you never got to see him at all. As much as you learned, and as thankful as you were for everything that you learned, you missed what your friendship used to be with Tim.

"You never told me you and Cassie were so close," You hesitantly spoke as a silence washed over you. Tim remainder stotic. He and Cassie were great friends, but they were never as physically close as they were now. She had been reluctant to agree to his pleas of acting closer than they really were to make you jealous. His efforts seemed all for null with your new fondness of the speedster.

If Tim were Bruce, he'd probably be able to pick up on the jealousy in your voice. Right now, he was too caught up in your own thinking about the hours that Bart spent in your room, laughing so loud that he could hear it from his room. He loathed the idea of you and Bart together.

"Yeah." Yeah. That's all he had to say? All their time together, nothing more than a single word to talk about the woman he clearly cared deeply about.

Another silence. A painful, heart aching silence that never used to happen before you joined this stupid team. It seemed that arriving had pushed you and Robin farther apart than ever before. You hated these moments, hated it felt like you knew nothing about one another, like you hadn't nearly died together half a dozen times.

It seemed that your silence in the middle of a mission was louder than these moments.

"Tim?" You asked. He was staring up at your ceiling and you couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on in his head. No matter how close you were, or thought you were, he would always remain a mystery.

"Yeah," he repeated.

What if I moved back to Gotham? What if I asked you to stay there with me? What if I told you everything with Bart was a lie? What if I told you my feelings for you were undeniable? What if the reason I want to hate Cassie is because of you? What if...

"Nevermind." There was no point in dwelling in what if's.

Kori always promoted training with teammates. It was a great way to hone in on your skills, and develop a further relationship among your team. Kon was back in Smallville, Beast Boy and Cyborg were off working for their previous leader Nightwing. That left just the four of you - two of which you could barely look at.

You were infuriated with Tim. The entire week he had been brushing you off, ignoring your messages, it was like he was avoiding you completely. To make matters worse, Cassie had been glued to his side the entire time. They didn't part ways for anything it seemed.

Now, you and Bart were fighting against Tim and Cassie. Though the speedster and Amazonian had no issues with each other, it was clear that they knew to stay out of yours and Tim's way during the spar. It seemed that just as you were frustrated with Tim, he was with you.

The clashing of staffs was almost as loud as Bart's cackling as he ran around the training room. Tim didn't hold back, not at all. He wasn't surprised to see you do the same, however, he was shocked to see how much you had improved since your time in Gotham. As good as you were, you could rarely hold your own against him.

You didn't need to see beneath his mask to know that he was angry. It was only a matter of who it was directed at. Bruce, maybe. Dick. Kon. You could only dream that it was Cassie but you knew damn better than that. Likely, you were the one to have done something wrong - which was probably why he was ignoring you.

"If you've got something to say, Robin, you should say it," You gritted out as you narrowly missed the staff swinging your way. It was beyond frustrating fighting with him. Tim was impossible to get a hit laid on him, and he was constantly on the defensive with you - as if he didn't want to hit you or something similar.

"Do you really think now is the best time for conversation?" Tim flipped to miss your swing. As he landed, he knocked your weapon away in a single move, leaving you defenseless against him. The fight, as if it wasn't already, became completely unfair in his advantage. Conversation was the only thing that was going to get your the upper hand.

"Well you refuse to talk to me any other time."

His strikes became harder, faster. You needed to get his staff away from just as he did to you before he landed a hit. Tim cried out as your heel slammed against his hand. The force of it knocked the staff out of his hand and it rolled away in the opposite direction of your own.

Tim nursed his throbbing hand for a moment before raising his fists. "Didn't think you'd notice with how much time you're spending with Bart." He jabbed at you, hitting your forearm instead of his intended target of your face. You could see the two other heroes fighting from the corner of your eye - both of them getting just as frustrated but for completely different reasons.

"You're the one that invited me to this team, Drake," your foot jutted towards his chest. It barely impacted him - even though he was quick, he wasn't quick enough. "It's like the moment we left Gotham you were ready to drop me."

"Is that seriously what you think?" Tim was barely able to dodge your oncoming throws. Punch after punch you had still missed them all. He managed to grab your fist. "You obviously don't realize-"

"You wouldn't know obvious if it punched you in the face!" You exclaimed as you wound your free arm back. Tim was so taken aback that he didn't have time to prepare for the hit. Your knuckles collided with his cheekbone and the force of it had knocked him flat on his ass. A loud thud echoed through the room - enough for Cassie and Bart to stop in their tracks.

Tim's cheek was red from where you had hit him. He didn't look angry with you - it was a spar after all. He looked disappointed, more at himself than you. Was there more to this whole situation than he had originally thought there to be.

Robin, world's second greatest detective - he should have been able to see right through everything. Just as he had asked Cassie to be affectionate when you were around - maybe you just done exactly the same thing with Bart. What kind of mess had he gotten himself into?

You stood above him, hands still in fists. In that moment you made up your mind. Staying in this damn tower was draining you and you couldn’t take it any longer.

"I'm going back to Gotham."

"You were right."

Tim caught you packing your bags for your return back to Gotham. To no surprise, he managed to sneak in without you even knowing. You were frozen, hand in your bag after shoving in a handful of clothing at the sound of his voice.

"I don't hear you say that very often," you snarked. He leaned on the edge of your desk, arms crossed over his chest and mask peeled off. He never wore it anymore when the two of you were alone. He trusted you too much not to. Then again, maybe you were just the only one that knew the real him under that mask.

"That's because you rarely are," he chuckled. Now wasn’t the time for his joke. "I'm sorry, for everything. Apparently, I wasn't able to see the truth until it hit me in the face - literally. Bart told me what happened, what you asked him to do. I... I-"

"Asked Cassie to do the same," you cut him off. Tim's mouth parted with shock. How could you have figured it out? Defeated, you sat on the edge of your bed. You felt like a fool for going through with such an elaborate plot to gain his affections. "She just left my room. Don't know whether I'm surprised or disappointed in both of us.

"Great minds think alike, huh?" Tim shook his head. Only a fool would have gone through such a process - and a fool he was. "What were we thinking? You're my best friend (Y/N), I know I can trust you with everything, and yet- and yet I was scared of what you would say."

"We really played ourselves, huh?" You chuckled. Tim pushed himself off your desk to take the seat next to you. He grabbed your hand, pulling it into his own lap and intertwining your fingers. His warmth crawled up your arm and spread across your entire body.

What were you thinking with this stupid plan? More importantly, how did neither of you figure out the truth sooner? Tim felt just as much of an idiot as you did.

He smiled at the sight of your hand in his. He was so caught up in trying to get silly reactions out of you that he forgot the reasoning behind it all. Tim adored you, he wanted you to be his and he should have just told you outright instead of being the scared little boy he once was.

"Come back to Gotham with me? Please?" You asked suddenly. The two of you needed a break away from the team, you needed time to figure out what these past few months were really for. Mostly, you wanted Tim all to yourself, even for just a little while.

"There's a great burger place that I found with Dick one night on Patrol. Ate so many that I could barely move the rest of the night," Tim smiled at the memory. "Go with me? On a date?"

Tim's eyes shone with hope for your answer. After going through this entire mess, he only assumed you would be willing to go on a date with him. You leaned towards him, lips barely brushing against his but aching with anticipation for more. He pressed himself into you, lips molding to yours like he was made for you.

"If it wasn't obvious, I'd love to."

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AFTER HOURS chapter two

Summary: Enemies to the public, friends to their close ones, friends with benefits between them. Rival companies and an attraction that can’t be ignored.

Tim Drake x reader

Warnings: swearing, mature content, smut, 18+ only, mention death of parents, car crash mentions.

A/N: Chapter twooooooo it shall be getting more interesting next chapter😏

Word Count: 3.6k

It seemed that her life seemed revolve around business meetings. Nine in the morning, another at eleven, two at noon but there was no way to attend both, a final one at three. Meeting after meeting, and for what? To hear the same things over and over again? Some people choose to do this for the rest of their lives.

There was something about the busy Gotham streets that always caught her attention. Maybe it was the sound of the horns, or the people yelling within their cars. Gun shots or screams. There was always something to distract her from whatever meeting she was forced to listen to. Maybe it was because she didn't want to listen to it at all.

Of course, running this company was important. Without her parents, she had to take control of it. It was an important company too, just along side WE, they worked to make Gotham, and the world a better place. That didn't mean that she wanted to here about the statistical analysis of it all.

Not to mention that the weight of her parent's anniversary was heavy in her mind. Four years since they had been gone, four years of blaming herself. They went to Gotham to visit her, if they had just stayed home, they would still be home. Car accidents happen all the time, but that didn't make it any easier.

The second that the final meeting was over, she couldn't seem to get out of that room fast enough. She just wanted to be in the privacy of her own office. The door nearly slammed shut as she closed it. Back against the wall, heavy breathing as she tried to hold herself together. It was always hard on that day of the year.

A bright bouquet of flowers was on her desk. With a shaky breath, she headed over to see who they were from. It wasn't rare for her to receive flowers. Gotham's greatest bachelorette - more like people wanted her for sex and money. Without that company, she wouldn't have been idolized like that.

The bouquet was grand: flowers of every color and kind poked out from it. Whoever this was, they had spent a lot of money on it. (Y/N) picked up the small card and read what it said.

For your parents. I know days like these aren't easy, I'm sorry. - T.D.

"Those are pretty."

"Ms. Vale," her jaw clenched at the sound of the voice behind here. Great, this was the last thing that she needed to deal with today. Vicki Vale had a tendency to show up on her worst days. "What do I owe the pleasure of today and who let you into my office?"

"I let myself in," she said. Vicki Vale stood tall and proud. She had a large purse over her shoulder which surely held a plethora of notebooks and pens. Always ready to catch a story and always eager to stir up drama within the city. "Hope you don't mind. Just wanted to ask you a few questions about this new business deal that you're about to make. But, now I'm curious about the flowers, who're they from?"

"Why don't you tell me?" She sat in her chair as Vicky sat in the one across from her. "You do enjoy making headlines about me and my, as you say 'promiscuous life'." There had been many titles about (Y/N) - between her risky clothing, the second that she were talking with a man outside of business, or her attempts for normal dates - she was there.

Vicki casually reached her perfectly manicured finger tips towards the card from the flowers. Before she could even come near, (Y/N)'s palm slammed down on the desk. She pulled the card towards herself and out of the reach of Vicki. The last thing she needed was for the reporter to put two and two together to realize T.D. was Tim Drake-Wayne.

"Another hopeless lover of yours?" She raised an eyebrow. There was no answer. "I just wanted to ask you what you thought about Wayne Enterprise's attempt to stop the progress of your new development? Mr. Drake - sorry, Mr. Wayne, had lots to say on the matter, I hope you do as well."

"As a matter of fact, I don't." WE's attempt to stop the development was futile. Even Tim had told her that. There was no reason for them to try and stop it when in the end it would benefit both companies. They just wanted their name on it rather than hers. Everyone in both companies knew that.

It was for namesake that there was disagreements about the development. She was lucky enough to have beaten Tim to it first. This was going to a be a massive break for the company, one that would sky rocket sales and put you neck and neck with Wayne Enterprises once again.

"Mr. Wayne is your biggest competitor, aren't you worried?" She continued to pry. (Y/N) had gotten skilled over the years of not letting the curiosity of others get to her. She was able to keep her face straight and her mouth shut - even when she had lots she wanted to say.

"Mr. Wayne has always, and will always be my biggest competitor. Unfortunately for him, I was the one to give the statement first about this new addition to the city. I will become Gotham's biggest economic resources, just as I have always tried to do in the past - and just as Mr. Wayne has always done in the past."

"So, you're saying that you public enemies?" Vicki pressed. She had always known about (Y/N)'s vendetta against the WE, but there had never been a statement that she tried to take the company down so hers could thrive. That was never her intention, they could co-exist always.

"I'm saying, Ms. Vale, that Timothy Drake-Wayne is a smart man. He knows when to push through fights, and he knows when he is losing. This time, he's lost. The next time, I won't be so lucky. Those who are fighting for the same cost are never enemies," she firmly stated.

"Will you be attending the Wayne Gala?" Vicki continued. Of course, there always had to be questions that weren't related to the company. She wanted anything to see (Y/N) with a man, just to make a headline for the decade. In all these years, not once had she been caught in the dating scene.

"No. I've made a donation, but I will not be attending," She answered. The tag from the flowers seemed to burn the skin of her hands. Tim sent those flowers because he worried, not because he wished to impress her. "Don't you have some better reporting to do rather than finding strings to cling onto of my personal life, Ms. Vale?"

"That'll be all for today."

Tim's bouquet of flowers felt heavy in her hands. The weight of having to visit her parent's graves was always a hard task to do alone. As time passed, it seemed easier to go visit them. Years of working hard to make them proud, years of showing them how much the business they started thrived.

There was nothing more that she wanted than to make them proud. Even as a child - working hard in school, playing sports, everything that would have brought a smile to their faces. In death, it felt like she needed to work even harder. Then again, as time passed, she forgot the sound of their voices, the crinkle by their eyes as they smiled, she forgot the warmth of their hugs.

As time passed, she forgot that she could be happy.

Work consumed her in the past four years. Late nights at the office, early mornings, weekends even. She lost friends, disconnected from family, deterred everyone away. Running this company had changed her life, and not necessarily for the better. The responsibility of it all was almost too much to handle on her own.

"Mr. Wayne's son bought these for you," she spoke to her parents graves. Tim's flowers sat on the grass, bringing some brightness to that gloomy day. "Surprising, I know. He's very kind, I think you guys would like him if he wasn't running Wayne Enterprises. At this point though I think you would like any man that I talked to.

"I miss you both, a lot. I'm securing a new development in the company, it's really going to pull us ahead this time. Dad would have thought it would have been a risky move, but I did it. I beat them for once. I hope you guys are proud of me up there, I'm really trying to make this city a better place in your name.

"Happy anniversary mom and dad, I love you," she sighed once more before heading back to her car. The walk back seemed long. Her shoulders hung low and she furiously wiped away the hot tears that threatened to spill down her eyes.

To her surprise, Tim was there, leaning against his own car right next to hers. He was reading something on his phone, but as he heard her footsteps, he looked up. "Mr. Wayne, thank you for those flowers, they were beautiful. What are you doing here?"

It wasn't often that they met up in public without there being some sort of business meeting along with it. Tim shoved his phone in his pocket and gave her a smile filled with sympathy. To be honest, he was visiting his own parents. Their chat the previous night had edged him to go visit their graves.

It just happened to be lucky timing that she was there as well. Tim didn't want to disturb her, but he did wish to speak to her. He always wished to talk with her - not just about business. He liked being with her, she was refreshing in his life of darkness. Without evening knowing much about it, it seemed she understood him more than anyone.

"I was in the area," Tim vaguely answered. He knew that he could tell her that he was visiting his parents just like she were but he felt deterred from doing so. Besides, upon seeing the redness in her eyes, he didn't want to worry about anything besides her. She had been crying, it was evident for someone like him. "I'm glad you liked the flowers, they used to be mother's favourites."

"They stirred up quite the fuss with Vicki Vale today," she tried to joke. Tim rolled his eyes at the sound of her name. He wasn't her biggest fan, in fact he was far from it. Vicki had single-handedly meddled into his life and forced him to live an entire year with a fake spinal injury and crutches. He had gotten off of them just before meeting (Y/N).

"She came to see you too, huh?" Tim shuddered at their meeting that afternoon. Question after question about his involvement with Ms. (L/N). Vicki was sure that there was something going on between the two of them - and for once she was right. "The new development or your latest hot date?"

"Considering my latest hot date is non-existent, it was the development. But, she was pretty eager for me to say something about you," She half-smiled. Tim shook his head, of course. Vicki was always trying to start a turf war or make the two of them fall in love. "I know you just came over last night... but I could really use a distraction from today."

A distraction. That seemed that was all he was to her. Nothing more than something to get her mind of the life she was thrown into. Of course, that was what it was all about at the start. Fucking to forget. He knew it, he went into their benefit relationship knowing it but as time grew...

"There's nothing wrong with taking a break from work," Tim changed the subject a little too quickly. In the four years he had known her, she had aged. Worried creases were around her eyes and scattered on her forehead. Dark circles always under her eyes. It worried him. "I'm not saying leave or anything, but you can have fun every once in a while. It's a Friday night, why not go to the bar with your friends? Let loose and live a little."

Tim was right. She wasn't the young eighteen year old anymore that would have been chastised for having a drink. It was legal for her to go out and have fun, maybe tonight was the kind of night that she deserved. Her parents wouldn't want her to sulk over their deaths, they would have wanted her to live her best life.

Going out was exactly what she needed. Not a distraction, not something that would keep her mind busy for a couple hours just to fall back in her pit of despair. She needed a genuine change in her life, and maybe that started with connecting with old friends and making some new ones.

As no words came out of her mouth, Tim took the time to realize that it was his moment to leave. She was obviously deep in thought with his words. He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it before getting into his car. "I hate when you call me Mr. Wayne," he told her.

It was true, not only did it make him feel old, but it also made him feel like they didn't know each other at all. That was far from the truth, they both were far closer to each other than they would like to admit. Tim knew of her desire to keep their relationship business - and emotionless sex. They were after all, public enemies.

For the first time in years she woke up with a hangover. Pounding head, upset stomach - it was a feeling that she didn't miss. It wasn't rare for her to sleep naked in her own home, but it was to feel a heavy arm across her waist. Dark hair, muscular back - for a second she swore it to be Tim, but this man wasn't nearly as broad as he was.

Aside from the thumping in her head, memories of what happened the night before started to resurface. She had taken Tim's advice and called up her friends to go get a drink. One drink turned to two, which turned to shots and getting plastered. It had been so long since she had seen them all that letting loose was almost too easy.

She knew that she shouldn't have gotten that drunk, but having fun like that for the first time since she started working at that company was exhilarating. Unlike she had thought - her friends accepted her right back in. They knew that she was under a lot of pressure and that making time wasn't easy. They were just thankful for that night.

So, with a small reunion at the front of the bar, they headed in and got hammered. She treated her friends round after round - partially because she easily could and partially for an apology. It didn't take long for them to become a laughing mess while catching up and remembering the old days.

By the time the night was coming to an end, her friend pointed out the man that had been eyeing her up for hours. Whether it was the alcohol, the need to continue her good night, or to show her friends that she was just as fun as ever, she went to the man. Minutes later, they were walking out of the club and into a taxi.

Now, he was asleep in her bed and she had no idea whether or not anyone outside of her friend group knew what had happened. The man stirred. He pulled himself closer towards her as he woke. Warm brown eyes met hers, a genuine smile. What was his name? Jacob.

"Good morning beautiful," his voice was hoarse, sexy. Her mind raced between the option of soaking up some more moments of fun or getting back to her usual self and kicking him out. She went with the first one as he glided his hands along the curves of her side before placing his hand at her jaw.

It made her falter. This man... as good looking and as sexy as he was, he wasn't Tim. He didn't please her like Tim did. He didn't make her feel as good as Tim did. Even the sound of his voice didn't bring her the same amount of excitement. Why did she feel like she betrayed him? They were allowed to sleep with who they wanted.

She pushed away the feeling. Tim was the one to tell her to go out and have fun. Let loose from the burden of running a company and just the kid that she was. Sleeping with men, getting drunk, that was all part of her teen years that she missed out on. Tim wanted her to have this.

"Coffee?" She asked. Maybe that would stop the ridiculous headache she had. Or maybe she was using it as an excuse to get out of bed with him. Jacob nodded. He pulled her in for a long kiss, lingering against her for just a moment too long. The two of them grabbed whatever scattered clothes they could before going to her kitchen.

As the smell of coffee beans filled the air, she checked her phone for the first time that morning. Unlike the endless abundance of emails that she had gotten - there was a plethora of missed calls and texts. This was far from usual. Her eyebrows furrowed as she opened up the one from her closet advisor.

A picture of her and Jacob leaving the club, pictures of them kissing, her taking shots and drinking with her friends. Is she really mature enough to run this company? Black bold letters stared back at her. This was exactly what she was trying to avoid. The media had taken her one night of fun and turned the city against her.

"Fuck," she breathed out.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked. Genuine concern was in his eyes for why she was suddenly upset. She was frozen in her spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen. Jacob stood behind her, hands on her shoulders as he glanced over the article itself. "Oh." He never assumed that the media would do this.

In the bar, he knew who she was. Everyone in Gotham knew who she was, however he never expected her to be that beautiful in person. His friends had been hyping him up all night to go talk to her, but he knew it would never be a success. So, when she came to him, he couldn't say no.

Now, he worried that in one fowl swoop, he had tainted everything that she had worked so hard for.

"I think you should go," she told him, not trying to be rude. This wasn't his fault, none of this was. It was her fault for agreeing to her friends to go after him, it was her fault for agreeing to Tim's idea. Tim. This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't offered. Was this a ploy to get her company to fall so he could come out on top?

"I know it doesn't really mean much from someone like me, but... No matter what Gotham has to say about you, I think you’re the only one keeping this city somewhat sane," Jacob told her. He genuinely thought her to be a good person - not just some chick with a nice ass and easy access. There were people in Gotham that wanted to see her succeed, regardless of her age.

It was a hard idea to get through her head - people believing in her for her brain, not her body. So many articles, just like the one she read this morning, forced her to a life that made her weary of trusting people. She wanted to be seen as powerful, influential - not as a little girl who ran around sleeping with people.

"Thank you," she smiled. "If it means anything, I did have a great time last night." Jacob chuckled, but agreed. He waved a final time and left her home. Reluctantly, she went through the rest of the texts that she had gotten over the night. All of them were the same - reminding her that she was still an immature kid.

The board of directors, her friends, advisors - everyone seemed to have seen it before she had. It was the text from Tim that stood out to her the most. I see you took my advise, hope you had fun last night. Don't worry to much about the paps.

Don't worry? Don't worry? The great Tim Wayne had nothing to worry about, ever. Her on the other hand? She was constantly under scrutiny. In the eyes of society, Tim was the perfect candidate to take over WE. He was smart, cunning, he had a way with the people. It seemed that there was never anything bad for someone to say about him.

Her life on the other hand? She fell under Gotham's microscope and was picked apart until there was nothing left beside the mistakes she had made. This was another mistake, another mishap that would push her back and make her fall under the hand of Wayne Enterprises. The same man that tried to convince her that this was the best thing that she could do for herself.

This was Tim's fault, and she was furious.

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Ghost of You -T.D.

Summary: Tim had never gotten over your death, but when someone new comes to Gotham she reminds him so much of how you used to be, it only makes him angry. How could he move on when he constantly saw the ghost of you?

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of death, blood, violence,

Word count: 1152

a/n: So this is a little spin off of the idea I had for the sequel to The Archer (if you want to fully updated version go to my Wattpad and you’ll find it there). I hope you all like it!

Tim stared down at the crumpled photo in his hand, it was a picture of the two of you years ago when you had first started dating. You both were just kids then, wanting to find a place in this world you called home; but life had other plans for you.

You’re two year anniversary was coming up and you were out shopping for a gift to give Tim, the boy who seemed to have everything was not easy to shop for. But deep down you knew that he would life anything you bought for him. It was when you came out of the store it had happened, a hand clamped over your mouth making you drop the bag and your purse in surprise.

Your captor dragged you back into an alley where you saw several assassins there waiting for you to arrive. Recognizing the masks, you knew who they were and why they were here. Ra’s had finally sent them, and they were there to take you out. Any sane person should have known better than to insult the Demon Head, calling him some very rude obscenities' was crossing the line even for you.

You didn’t know what else to do, not when he was trying to get Tim to take over for him. That wasn’t the future either of you wanted, and that was when you insulted him and you and Tim ran. Both of you knew that he was coming for you, so Bruce had decided that it was a good idea to move you into the manor for your own safety.

After another year of hiding in the manor, you had hoped the threat had passed. But the league was biding their time, waiting for the perfect time to strike. What they didn’t know was that you and Bruce had devised a back up plan in case something like this happened.

Training under Batman had it’s perks, and you were ready. But as things go, nothing went according to plan. The assassins had dragged you to a building before you were able to escape, but not before the building blew.

The whole world thought you to be dead, everyone including Tim. The bodies in the wreckage were charred to the point that none of them were identifiable, so no one knew for sure you were dead. That idea sparked Tim into thinking that maybe you weren't deaf at all, maybe you managed to get yourself out but there was no proof of your survival.

In fact, you had survived and in one piece as well. You had barely made it out of the building before the explosion knocked you into the harbor, almost drowning in the process. The current drug you away from Gotham and towards Blüdhaven, unaware of how long you were gone. Reentering society, you noticed quickly that you were believed to be dead. Your first thoughts went to Tim, and how he must be feeling along with Bruce and the others. You needed to get back to Gotham, but half way through buying a bus ticket back a thought crossed your mind.

If the world thought you were dead, then the league probably did too. That meant you would no longer be hunted, and give you the chance to take them down from the inside.

So that's what you did.

Over the next two years, you reinvented yourself as you trained harder than you ever did. You had to become someone else, your fighting style was unique to yourself and it had to go. You changed your hair, your name and even wore different contacts to hide the true color of your eyes.

You became Ghost, the assassin no one could seem to pin down because she would slip through their fingers like fog on a cold morning.

No one knew of your identity, and you intended to keep it that way. But what's life without some trouble.

There was a lead you were hunting, someone that could give you intel about the league of assassins, and Ghost never stopped hunting. It had drug you to your old home of Gotham City, the one place you never wanted to return.

It was in the late hours of the night before you finally caught up to the man you were chasing, unaware of a pair of eyes following your every move. Throwing a dagger, you caught him in the stomach and watched as he fell to the floor.

"What is the demon planning?" You demanded, pressing the dagger deeper into his abdomen.

"You're nothing but a ghost story! You don't scare me." He groaned.

Clenching your jaw, you twisted the knife deeper into him. "Ghost stories always have some truth, no matter what you say you're dead. Make your final words count."

"He knows who you are, and he's coming."

Those were not the words you wanted to hear, you pulled the dagger out and slit his throat. As you watched him die in front if you, that was when you realized you weren't alone.

Not wanting to know which vigilante was behind your back, you made a run for it. You couldn't let any of them get close to you, they would figure out who you were in seconds.

Coming to Gotham was a bad idea, a string of curses left your mouth as you ran.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." You muttered, your voice was disguised and glad that they wouldn't be able to pick it up.

As you jumped across a roof, the person who was chasing you dove after you and dragged you down with them. The two of you rolled onto the roof and you saw who it was that was chasing you.

"Red Robin, how nice to see you."

"Ghost, what are you doing in Gotham?" He asked.

"A bit of clean up, now stay out of my way." You snapped, getting to your feet. Red Robin was the last person you wanted to see, with your complicated past and all.

Hearing the familiar sound of a grapple gun, you unsheathed your sword and cut it before it wrapped around you. Using this moment of shock, you took off into the night and disappeared like the ghost you were.

This is what led Tim to stare at the old photo. He sat in the cave, running his fingers over the faded picture. He had given up hope months ago that you were alive, but after that encounter with Ghost he wasn't so sure anymore.

The way you spoke, moved, hell even the way your hair flowed in the wind had knocked the breath out of him. All of the rumors were true, you were exactly what you called yourself; a ghost.

But even Tim knew that things don't just appear out of thin air. For all ghosts shared one thing, and that's what he was going to track down; your soul.

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pricetagofficial · 4 years

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Scared Yet? -T.D.

Summary: You and Tim decided to go to a haunted corn maze, thinking you could get a scare on him.

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Word Count: 1063

Warnings: Language, fluff, mild spoopy-ness

Tags: @doctorsteeb @idkmanicantenglish

A/N: I have done a haunted house for but Dick and Jason, so I decided to do another for my bby Tim! Hope you like it!

The moon rose high in the sky, it’s bright yellow light illuminated the walk in front of you and your boyfriend. All throughout the month of October, you had been trying to scare Tim between various pranks but nothing seemed to work. This was the guy who fell asleep on a roller coaster after all. It was Halloween night and Tim had let you pick out what you did for the night before you retired back to your place and watched Halloween Town as per your tradition.

Your hair stood on end as the corn rustled around you, making your brain go into flight mode. Maybe a haunted corn maze wasn’t the right idea, you were scared out of your wits and Tim seemed to not be bothered by it at all. Figures.

Tim had liked the idea of a corn maze, it gave his brain the ability to think and have fun at the same time. What he didn’t know was that you picked it as a final attempt to scare him. All month he had thought your antics were cute, he didn’t get scared. Horror movies were always too fake, not when he could tell just by looking at it how they had made the stuff look the way it did. The only one that had gotten him remotely scared was IT and it’s sequel, but that’s because they all had something clowns after dealing with The Joker for years.

You gripped Tim’s hand tightly as your eyes looked around frantically. The light of the moon soon vanished as cloud spread across it in the sky, blocking the light for your path. This was a haunted corn maze, but you hadn’t seen anything or anyone the entire time you were there and it had set you on edge.

The two of you came to a crossroads and stopped in your tracks, debating on which way to go. “Let’s go right Timmy.” you stuttered.

“That leads back around to the last place we were, I think we need to go left.” he said, looking down at you. Tim brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, making a smile spread across your face. No matter how scared you were, Tim always made you feel safer.

You took the left path, it still very dark and hard to see. The wind picked up again and the corn began to rustle with the breeze. No matter what you did, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched.

“Tim, I think someone is following us.” you mumbled.

He stopped and took a look around, the maze seemed empty in your area except of course for the two of you. Nothing seemed to jump out at him, making Tim have cause for concern but he had to agree that he felt you were being watched at the same time. Of course, he wasn’t going to voice that to you and make you worry even more.

“I doubt someone is following us, this thing is pretty massive. The chances we have of coming across another person are pretty low.” he said looking at you with his lopsided smile that made your heart flutter.

The further into the maze you walked though, Tim couldn’t shake the feeling. You were definitely being watched. But again, he had to remind himself that this was a haunted maze so someone was bound to jump out and try to scare you.

Right on cue, someone dressed in a wolf costume jumped out and screamed at you. You jumped a foot into the air, letting out a high pitched scream and almost fell over if it wasn’t for the fact that Tim held you up. He tried to keep himself from laughing as you frowned at him.

“You think this is so hilarious don’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Tim nodded slowly. “But it’s cute. I get to comfort you when you get scared.” he said, pulling you close to him again. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, he was usually this sappy but you liked it.

“Besides, I know you brought me here to try and scare me. I don’t get scared easy (y/n).”

You huffed. “Yeah, don’t I know it.”

He laughed and kissed your cheek and settled for taking your hand, and led you down the path once more. As you walked more and more people jumped out at you, and Tim kept a still face the whole time to your displeasure. If you wanted to scare him, you would have to pull out the big guns.

You pulled your hand out of his to wrap your jacket around yourself more when a hand was placed on the small of your back. “Tim, stop touching me and trying to be all cute.” you muttered as you looked around.

“I’m not touching you (y/n), I’m in front of you.”

Your stopped walking and sure enough Tim was in front of you. His silhouette was barely visible in the night, but if he was there who the hell was touching your back?

Eyes going wide, you turned on your heel and saw that it was someone dressed as a grotesque looking monster. You screamed and took off, tired of this hell hole of a maze. “Fuck this! You’re on your own!” you called as you ran off down an open path wanting to get out of the maze as quick as you could.

Tim followed after you, calling your name as you managed to find the exit and lights that showed the stands selling apple cider and other goodies. It wasn’t until you stopped to catch your breath that he had caught up to you, Tim pulling you up by the shoulders to look at him.

“Don’t you ever run off like that again, I was scared you were going to get lost.” he said, panting softly.

Hearing those words, your head perked up. “You’re saying that I finally scared you?”

Tim rolled his eyes with a slight smile. “Yes, yes you scared me.”

You let out a triumphant yell at your victory. Of course he would be scared of losing you, it seemed to be the only thing he was scared of but that was okay. Tim was never going to lose you, unless you decided to run off in another maze.

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pricetagofficial · 4 years

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The Archer -Masterlist [Completed]

“I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me darlin’, and who could stay?”

Warnings: Language, violence, blood, angst, depression, fluff, sexual content, mentions of death, character deaths, sass, sarcasm, Bruce being a good dad for once, some cringe (because 2 am brain and regular brain don’t agree and I was still trying to figure things out), pregnancy scares, panic attacks, trauma, grief and loss, and Rory being a total badass.

Really do not recommend if you are under 18, sorry folks but I warned ya.

Word Count: 188K

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen

Part Twenty Part Twenty-One Part Twenty-Two Part Twenty-Three Part Twenty-Four Part Twenty-Five Part Twenty-Six Part Twenty-Seven Part Twenty-Eight Part Twenty-Nine

Part Thirty Part Thirty-One Part Thirty-Two Part Thirty-Three Part Thirty-Four Part Thirty-Five Part Thirty-Six Part Thirty-Seven Part Thirty-Eight Part Thirty-Nine

Part Forty Part Forty-One Part Forty-Two Part Forty-Three Part Forty-Four Part Forty-Five Part Forty-Six Part Forty-Seven Part Forty-Eight Part Forty-Nine

Part Fifty Part Fifty-One Part Fifty-Two Part Fifty-Three Part Fifty-Four Part Fifty-Five

Epilogue

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pricetagofficial · 4 years

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I Hate Halloween -TD

Summary: After the year before, Halloween wasn’t that fun for you anymore.

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Word count: 908

Tag list: @idkmanicantenglish @kishony-the-geek @unknowntoanyone

Warnings: Violence, blood that isn’t blood???

A/N: This one was so fun! I combined two asks, because they had a similar feel and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

“I hate Halloween.” you muttered.

Tim looked over at you from his position in the batcave with a raised eyebrow. “You hate Halloween?” he asked. ‘That’s not what you said last year.”

“Well, last year was what ruined Halloween for me.” you crossed your arms as you swung a leg over the other.

Now Tim looked confused, ever since you were younger the two of you always looked forward to Halloween always making sure to match your costumes. You would be a princess, he would be a night or you would be matching characters from your favorite show. When you started dating, you both did couple costumes like Gomez and Morticia Addams and even went as Ariel and Prince Eric one year.

“What about last year ruined it for you?” he asked, wheeling his chair over to be closer to you. He stopped right in front of the desk where you were sitting and took your hands in his.

“Do you not remember what happened last year?”

It was the Halloween party for your work and you had asked Tim to come with you. Everyone knew that you were dating one of the Wayne boys, the acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises actually, and they all wanted to meet him. You were dressed as Peter Pan and Wendy, and everyone loved your costumes. It had gone great, the food was good and you and Tim genuinely had a good time.

The way home was a different story. The two of you had a couple of drinks and decided to walk to a bus station or somewhere where Alfred could easily pick you up. Tim had his arm around your waist with his hat in his hand and you were leaning against him with your coat wrapped around you.

You both were caught up in your own world, that neither of you noticed group of people come up from behind. The address you had given to alfred was only another block away when you began to hear voices behind you.

They were far enough behind that you couldn’t hear what they were saying but you had a feeling that it was about you and they weren’t every good. Tim had heard them as well and tightened his grip on your waist as you both picked up speed and turned a corner.

You were met with another group that seemed to be with them and your eyes went wide. Definitely not good.

“Looks like a couple of stragglers coming from a party.” one of them commented.

Tim held you close to him, and looked around. There were only four guys around you both and he was sober enough that he could get you out, but there was a risk of exposing himself by doing that. His top priority was keeping you safe, and keeping the fact that he was Red Robin a secret.

You knew defensive moves as well, Tim and the others thought it was a good idea for you to learn how to defend yourself and you agreed.

“What are you supposed to be? A meat headed goon?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. “Or did you miss the memo that it was Halloween and forgot to dress up?”

The guy you insulted glared and before you knew it the two of you were running away, with the four guys right behind you. Halfway down the alley you tripped and landed on a pile of stuff, and Tim quickly helped you up and kept running.

Your stomach was hurting from the fall and you tried to push the pain to the back of your mind as you ran, not wanting to worry Tim even more than he was. The four guys seemed to have given up the chase and you and Tim hid inside a 24 hour grocery store to catch your breath. Only when you did that, did yo notice what was all over you.

Tim’s eyes widened at the red substance all over the front of your dress. “Is that fake blood? Please tell me that is fake blood?” he asked quickly.

Lifting the fabric of your dress, you touched it softly. Your stomach hurt, but not so bad that it was bleeding this bad. Giving it a quick whiff you crinkled your nose. “It’s just old ketchup Timmy, I’m okay.” you replied.

He let out a sigh of relief and pulled out his phone to have Alfred come and get you from the store instead of where you were originally supposed to meet.

“You scared me for a minute there (y/n), I was worried that you fell on something that seriously hurt you.”

You ran your fingers through his hair softly as he leaned into your touch. “How about, we just stay home and watch movies this yeas and gorge ourselves on the stash of candy Bruce hid from us.” you asked.

“So you found it too?” he asked with a grin.

You nodded. “Yeah, for a detective he is really bad at hiding things from us.”

Tim pressed a soft kiss to your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Let me finish this up and I will meet you in the screening room.” he said as he kissed you once more before letting go.

You walked up and grabbed a bunch of movies and set everything up with pillows and blankets as the two of you spent the rest of the holiday together.

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catxsnow · 3 years

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After Hours Moodboard

Because I have no self control and had to

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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Ghost -Part Twenty-Four

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, light sexual content, fluff

Masterlist

Word Count: 4.6K

Tag list: @kishony-the-geek @unknowntoanyone @subtleappreciation @catxsnow @river-bottom-nightmare @screennamealreadyused @bikoncon @woahjaybird @offendedfishnoises @littleredwing89 @arestorationofbalance @lostoctaviaaugusta

A/N: I did something here and you’re welcome.

Tim held tight to Rory's arm as he led her down the hall towards the stairs that led down to the event, they followed the sounds of laughter and ballroom music.

"So what is our story exactly?" he asked, as they slowly descended the stairs, keeping an eye on the other attendees they passed.

"The cover my informant gave us is that we're newlyweds and decided to spend our honeymoon here in Paris. I am an old associate of hers, and it's how she managed to rope me into attending and I wanted to show off my husband."

That one sentence alone made Rory's and Tim's heads spin. Neither of them had thought that much about marriage outside of the simple joke here and there, but it was present in Tim's mind more and more with each passing day.

He had decided that he wanted to ask her to marry him but would wait until they both were ready for that. Hearing the story this informant of hers created only made him feel worse about it than he already did.

Clearing his throat, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at her. "Am I allowed to know our names, or are you going to make me guess?" he asked with an amused tone.

"We are James and Dinah King, and we are just enjoying our honeymoon," she responded. "That can't be too hard to pull off right?"

"As long as you don't punch me for making it look like we are married, then no it should not." Tim chuckled and helped her down another flight of stairs.

Tim couldn't keep his eyes off her, Rory looked stunning in her dress. As she walked a train of laced fabric followed behind her as her eyes scanned the room for every bit of information she could get. They had gotten to the bottom floor when someone tapped them on the shoulder.

"Miss Queen, ma dame requests to see you before you enter the event." a voice said. Rory turned to look and saw that it was Beau who greeted her with a smile and gave Tim a polite nod. "If you would kindly follow me, I shall lead you to her."

Rory gave Beau a nod and followed him down the hall, dragging Tim with her. The click of her heels sounded against the marble floor ar Beau led them to the last door and opened it for them. Upon entering, Tim and Rory were greeted with a dark room filled with bodyguards and a lone figure sitting in the chair with her back to them.

"It's been a long time amore, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me." the woman in the chair said.

Tim looked at Rory and saw the amused look on her face. There was something about this woman that seemed familiar even though he was sure he had never met her before in his life. It was only when she swiveled around in her chair to face them did it all click in Tim's head.

He should have put the pieces together sooner.

Alexis Devereux gave them a grin as she rested her head on her hands. Like her note had said, she wore a slim-fitting white dress that had black floral designs all around the hem and up the side.

"How could I forget about you, Alexis? You won't let me." Rory grinned.

Tim watched as Rory walked closer, Alexis' gaze not leaving her for a second. The first time he had become aware of this woman was when Rory had a mission with Jason here in Paris to send her to jail. Well, it seemed that she had gotten out.

"Pardon my manners, but I'd love to be introduced to the man you ditched me for." Alexis grinned, glancing in Tim's direction who only stood there silently.

"Be nice." Rory scolded. "This is Tim, an old friend of mine."

The look Alexis gave her did not go unnoticed by Tim. There was something more to this that Rory wasn't telling him, and it wasn't just their friendship. They seemed to be way too close to be considered just friends.

The longer he thought on it, the more apparent it became to him.

Rory had been back in Paris since they broke up and he knew exactly what, or who she was doing.

"This is TImothy? Well, I must admit that he is much cuter in person than you described to me, Minette. But again, neither of us were doing much talking now were we?" she grinned.

Rory felt the heat rise in her face at her insinuation. Alexis was right, the last time Rory had seen her neither of them did much talking. They were more occupied in the bodies of the other person to really have a good conversation outside of never letting it happen again.

Tim crossed his arms and gave her a look. "You've got to be kidding me Rory, Alexis too?" he asked.

"Hey!" she snapped. "It was a one-time thing okay?"

Alexis pushed her chair back as she got to her feet. "I seem to recall it happening more than once amore," she said tilting Rory's head to look up at her. "It wouldn't be fair to lie to him now would it?"

Rory's face was a mixture of murder and embarrassment. This wasn't how she planned on Tim finding out that she had slept with Alexis. "Fine it was a two, three-time thing," she said grabbing her wrist and pulling Alexis' hand off her face.

"Three? Minette, darling we spent a whole weekend together. Three times is severely understating it." Alexis grinned, watching Rory fidget under her gaze as Tim focused on not getting upset.

He had to constantly remind himself that Rory was not his, he could protect her but he had no right to tell her what to do with her sex life. But that did not mean that he had to like it.

"I would appreciate it if you kept your hands off my wife for the evening," he said sternly.

Alexis and Rory both stopped and stared at him as several of the guards grabbed a hold of their guns in anticipation that he would try and do something.

"It's a bad look to ruin the cover story you created for us no? Real husband or not, I am here to make sure that no one lays a hand on her that Rory does not want there," he said. "And by the looks of it, she does not want you touching her."

Rory had to bite back the laugh that wanted to slip from her lips as she made her way back towards Tim. She did not mind Alexis' advancement, but sometimes she came off a little bit much. Standing next to him, Rory leaned into his side as he carefully wrapped an arm around her waist protectively.

He could sense just how uncomfortable she was, even if it was just from simple embarrassment. They both were meant to be on their a-game during the ball and could not risk Rory being distracted.

"We were summoned in here for a reason I presume, I'd like to get on with it."

Alexis eyed him and the way he held tightly to Rory. She was told that Rory had broken it off with her lover, but even an idiot could spot the way they clung to each other even if it was under the false pretense of marriage.

Waving the guards to relax, Alexis pulled out a piece of paper. "The bargaining chip you need is in there. No one knows of it but me so the secret will not get out. From what you have told me about this man, he is not one to be trusted yet you trust him." she handed the paper to Rory who unfolded it and took a glance at what it was.

Tim couldn't believe what it was that he was looking at. Rory hadn't been very forthcoming with the information she had on Malcolm, but she was confident that it would guarantee her what she wanted from him. He couldn't deny that this would get a response out of himself, but he wasn't sure if he would ever get to this point.

The paper was a picture of Malcolm, they could see his face clear as day and it seemed that he was making a deal with someone. Only, this person's face was hidden from view. In fact, neither Tim nor Rory could tell a single thing about this person. The only thing they could tell was the fact that Malcolm wanted it to be kept secret. That was to be their bargaining chip for the night.

"We really should head into the party before we really are late. Come on Tim." Rory said stuffing the paper into the pocket of his suit jacket and drug him to the door.

"Not so fast, I would like a word alone with you amore. Timothy can wait outside for us to finish up." Alexis said, holding her hand up. On queue, several guards grabbed Tim by the arm and attempted to pull him from Rory. On instinct, Tim tightened his hold around her waist and glared.

"I'm not going anywhere without her unless she says so." he snapped.

Rory looked up at him. "I'll be okay Tim, I promise. It'll only be a few minutes." she smiled softly.

The smile she gave him assured Tim, but only slightly. He still worried about her, there was a price on Rory's head and one of the people given the contract was in the very same building. If something happened to Rory under his watch, he would never forgive himself.

Slowly, he removed his hand from her waist and resisted the urge to cup her cheek. He was getting too wrapped up in the pretense of their cover. If he wasn't careful, he could let slip just how he really felt about her and now was not the time for it.

With a nod, the guards walked him out and shut the door leaving Rory and Alexis alone in the room.

"You know, he really is a fine man. Of course, you would know that already amore. Now that I have you all to myself, we have some unfinished business to attend to." she grinned picking up two glasses filled with what Rory assumed to be whiskey before handing it over.

Carefully taking it in her hand, Rory gave it a quick whiff and sure enough, it was whiskey. She may trust Alexis to a degree, but there was a point where that line ended. Alexis was still a criminal, a drug queen. Rory had thought that she had put her away for good all those years ago, but it seemed that she managed a get-out-of-jail-free card and was using it to get her empire back under her feet.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, watching as Alexis took the first sip before allowing herself to take one.

"I want from you what I've always wanted, to see my enemies crumble beneath me," she said watching Rory with an intense gaze. "I want their heads on silver platters and from what your new occupation is, you are just the person to hire."

Rory shook her head. "I'm not a mercenary Alexis, I have my own agenda and your enemies don't fit into it." With a final sip to finish off the glass, Rory set it down on the table roughly. "Find someone else to do your dirty work."

With that, she stormed out of the room and left Alexis behind her. Stepping out into the hall, her eyes immediately landed on Tim who was leaning against the wall glaring at the door she had just come out of. The second she came into view, he visibly relaxed and brushed off one of the guards who tried to stop him from moving closer to her.

"Everything alright?" he asked, taking her arm once more.

Rory gave him a nod. "She just wanted to hire me to kill some of her enemies. I told her no of course and that I am not a mercenary. Needless to say, I think she is less fond of me."

"I think that's a good thing honestly," he muttered, glancing over to see Rory's surprised face. "I-I mean in the sense of she clearly doesn't have your best interests at heart, asking you to do something like that. But Rory, I have to know just how much of your life is she aware of?"

Rory took a deep breath and looked around. "Not much actually, just the fact that I am an assassin and that I dated someone named Timothy. I tried to keep things as vague as possible so I don't think she knows anything incriminating at least."

The two of them continued the walk down the hall towards the double doors in front of them, their previous conversation forgotten about. "You ready to do this honeybuns?" she asked, the amusement clear in her tone.

"About as ready as you are cupcake." he chuckled and led her into the ballroom.

The doors opened to reveal a large open room that had a beautiful golden chandelier hanging from the top. Every member in attendance was dressed in black and white, but Rory's dress was by far the most obvious. Most women went for the simple look, but hers outshined them all.

Tim held her close to his side, they had to pretend that they were a couple and a married one at that. Glancing down at her, Tim could see Rory surveilling the entire room to see where all the cameras, guards, and exits were in case this turned ugly.

Carefully, he removed his arm from her hold and slid it back around her waist, and leaned down towards her. "You know, no one is going to believe that you are having any fun with you looking around like that," he muttered softly in her ear.

Rory turned her gaze to meet his eyes and let a soft smile graze her face. "You're right, how are we going to play this? We do have a cover to keep up you know?" she asked, leaning into his hold.

"How about we starting with a drink darling?" he asked, and began to walk them both over towards the refreshments, trying not to laugh at the face Rory made and the pet name he gave her.

"What? Too much?" he asked with a chuckle.

Rory laughed and grabbed drinks for them both. "Maybe a little, how about we stick with the usual huh Dragon Boy?" she asked, peeking up at him through her mask.

Tim looked down at her, taking in a sharp breath at the old pet name that she used to call him. It was personal, and even now it still sounded like she loved him when she said it. "I think that's a great idea Songbird," he said sipping his own.

From the first taste, they both could tell that whatever it was that they were drinking had alcohol in it. The two of them had to be careful, sure they both had high tolerances but that did not mean they could get sloppy with their job.

Rory eyed Tim as she drank from her cup. He looked really good in the suit that he was wearing, and the pale gray of his mask made the blue of his eyes stand out even more than usual in contrast. She could see the natural curiosity that lingered behind his gaze, Tim never stopped learning even when he was supposed to be relaxing.

But now, his gaze seemed focused not inquisitive. Tim's goal was to protect Rory, and it was obvious by the way he never let her farther than arm's reach.

Glancing around the room, they were right next to the dance floor where many couples were waltzing their way across the room. With an idea popping in her head, Rory grabbed his drink from his hand and set it to the side with hers.

"What are you doing?" he asked, clearly confused.

Taking his hand, Rory led them both closer to the dancefloor and placed his hands on her waist for him.

"We are going to dance while we look for Merlyn. Think you can pull that off?" she asked with a grin.

Tim laughed and adjusted his hold, his left hand rested firmly on her back now while his right one was intertwined with her left one; Rory's right one resting on his shoulder. "You do remember who taught you to dance right?" he asked, leading them into the waltz in time with the rest of the attendees.

Tims eyes never left hers as they waltzed around the room, he kept her body pressed close to his with the hold he had on her back. Rory tried to ignore the warmth of his hand on her bare back, but it was hard to when his hands shifted every so often.

"Do you remember the last time we danced?" he asked softly, his gaze not leaving hers.

Rory gave him a nod. "It was at the Wayne Christmas Eve Ball. That was the last public event we went to before-"

"Before you left." he finished.

Rory looked at him with wide eyes. Whenever her leaving was brought up, it usually ended with them in a fight of sorts and not speaking for days. It was obvious how painful it was for Tim to talk about it, Rory knew that she shattered his heart with her cruel words but it was the only way. She couldn't risk his life like she was risking hers.

"Tim, I-"

"Don't, I know there is something you aren't telling me and usually it's with good reason. But Rory, It's killing me having you this close and yet so far. I've tried to forget you, to stop loving you but I can't. I'm going to love you until I the day I die, and even with my last breath I'll be thinking of you."

Rory stared at him in shock, Tim still loved her? After all she put him through he still found the ability to love her. Her eyes were wide in surprise as Tim carefully leaned closer to her. It was as if he was testing the waters on what she would let him do. To the rest of the world, they were a newly married couple, but if she let him do what he wanted it would mean much more than it seemed.

Right as Tims's lips were about to brush hers, there was a tap on Tim's shoulder by a taller and older masked man. "May I have a dance with your beautiful partner?" he asked.

Tim cleared his throat and stood up quickly and took a step back. "Of course sir," he then looked at Rory with a pointed gaze. "I'll be by the drink table if you need me Songbird," he said softly and disappeared from sight as Rory was left to dance with the man in front of her.

Lucky enough, she recognized the man behind the mask immediately. "How nice of you to join me, Malcolm. I thought you would never show." she greeted.

Malcolm's lipped curved into a smile, as he began to dance with her around the room. "The second you entered the room, I knew who you were dear Aurora. I've told you once and I'll tell you again, you can't hide from me no matter how hard you try," he said, looking around as they danced.

Rory chuckled as she followed his steps. "Well, it's a good thing I wasn't hiding from you now isn't it?"

"You do remember that I was sent to kill you?" he asked, glancing at her.

Giving him a nod, Rory grinned. "But you and I both know that you won't kill me, the only thing you value more than money is your pride. Killing me would be destroying something you created, one of the greatest assassins in the world." she let out a chuckle. "No, what I'm here for is to see you."

"Well, you certainly have my attention along with Timothy's for sure. The poor kid can't keep his eyes off you." Malcolm pointed out. "But what do I owe the pleasure of being in your presence?" he asked.

"I guess I'll cut to the chase. I need you to run interference with the other assassins sent to kill me," she said quietly, to keep her voice unheard.

Malcolm looked intrigued at her words and shrugged. "Why would I do such a thing for you? I think that not killing you should be satisfactory enough," he said looking around.

"Bold of you to assume I don't have any leverage on you Malcolm. I have proof that you made a deal with someone. It's quite obvious that you don't want Ra's to know, so I would hope that you will take my offer. I'd hate to see what he does with this photo of mine." she grinned. The look on Malcolm's face was all she needed

"How long do you need me to interfere with the others contracted to kill you?" he asked stiffly as he glanced around the room once again.

"Long enough for me to find a way to get them off my back. If you get caught, just use the excuse that you want to kill the monster of your own creation." she chuckled.

Malcolm let out a sigh before a grin adorned his face. "Fine, I'll take your offer. But if you want people to believe that you are married, you might want to put in a bit more effort. You didn't fool me, think about how many people see right through you."

Rory sputtered at his words. 'What the hell are you talking about?"

"Why dear Aurora, most married couples can't keep their hands off each other. You've barely touched your so-called husband, I doubt he will forgive me for interrupting when I did." he chuckled. "If you can convince me, you can convince them all."

Frowning at his words, Rory resisted the urge to stomp on his foot. "What I do with him is none of your concern." she snapped.

"No, but next time maybe pick a cover that doesn't make it look weird when you refuse to touch him," he said and before Rory could answer, Malcolm left her in the middle of the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd.

Moments later Rory found Tim talking to a couple. He saw that she was done with her dance and waved her over with a smile. "Dinah sweetheart, please come meet this lovely couple" he smiled.

Rory's heart did flips at his smile, it was the same one he used to give her back when they were together. Slowly, she made her way over into Tim's arms as he wrapped one around her waist and held her close. "This is my lovely wife Dinah, we're here on our honeymoon as I told you both earlier," he said, gesturing to her.

The couple in front of them looked at Rory's dress in awe. "My Mrs. King, that is quite a dress you are wearing. Where ever did you get it?" the red-haired lady asked.

"A friend of mine made it for me, she knew my size and had it made for this event," she answered. "You should have seen James' reaction. He couldn't keep his eyes off me." Rory giggled and placed her hand on Tim's chest who turned to look down at her.

"Only because you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Songbird, that dress only accents the beauty that is already there." the playful tone in his voice was gone. Rory stared up at him as her hand went to cup his face.

How had she not notice how he really felt before now? It's not like she was purposely avoiding it, but now it was even harder to ignore her own feelings for him. Malcolm was right, their cover was never going to work because of her. Rory couldn't detach herself from her feelings for Tim and they both could suffer because of it.

Instead of responding, Rory leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you sweetheart." she smiled softly.

Tim's face froze at her actions, he couldn't believe that Rory actually kissed him and there was nothing more at that moment that he wanted to do than kiss her once more. Judging from the look on her face, Rory felt the same. At this point, he didn't care what they looked like; all he wanted was Rory and he'll be damned if he didn't do something about it finally.

"If you'll excuse us, I think we are being summoned by a friend." he smiled and took Rory by the hand and led her out of the ballroom and into the hall. No sooner were they alone did Tim cup her face and kiss her fully with everything he had in him.

Rory's body reacted instantly, leaning into him as Tim's lips laid claim to her own. Her hands gripped his to keep herself grounded, the lack of oxygen made her feel like she was on cloud nine as Tim kissed her.

This was what she had been waiting for, to feel him against her once more. Rory missed him more than anything and she regretted nothing more than leaving him, and she kissed him back with every ounce of emotion she had in her.

Pulling away to get some air, Tim closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers. "Rory, I love you so fucking much it hurts. Please, please tell me that meant something to you." he pleaded, his voice cracking at the end.

"I love you," she muttered in between short kisses. "I love you, and I never stopped. Don't you forget that."

His hands dropped from her waist and held her hips tightly as he held her against the wall, kissing her deeply. Soft moans left Rory's lips as she gripped the front of his jacket in her hands.

"Let me show you how much I love you, please?" he asked pressing kisses to the base of her throat.

"Show me."

Before they knew it they were back in their suite with the door locked behind them and Tim's lips were on her's once again. His hands roamed across her clothed figure, desperately trying to rid her of the torturous fabric. Tim needed her, and he needed her now.

Rory pulled his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders in the process. "Songbird, please." he pleaded.

"Don't worry Timothy, I'll take care of you."

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The Archer -Part Three

Warnings: language, violence, some cringe (because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted for this story two months ago when I wrote) lil bits of fluff?

Part Two Part Four

Word Count: 2233

Tag List: @idkmanicantenglish @kishony-the-geek @catxsnow (you’d probably kick me if I didn’t tag you lol)

A/N: I cringe at little bits of this, and I am sorry for some of it. This was written over two months ago when I was still trying to get a feel for the story and how I wanted to write the characters, maybe I’ll throw up chapter four later???

Chapter Three

Rory looked around her new room, it was about the same size as her room back in Queen Manor. There was a bed with a neutral color bedspread and several pillows, with a night stand on both sides of the bed. Each nightstand had a lamp on it and a vase of flowers, probably put there by Alfred. Rory smiled at the Daisies in the vase, Oliver must have told him they were her favorite. Leaning down, she took in the sweet floral smell that reminded her of home. Across the room was a desk with a TV mounted on the wall above it with the remotes resting below it. To the left of it was a dresser set with a vanity, and to the right were two doors.

Walking over she opened one door and saw that it was a massive walk in closet full of racks and drawers and shelves all for her clothes. Did Rory even have enough clothes to fill this thing, she had no idea. All she brought were three suitcases of clothes and other necessities that she needed. Oliver told her that if she needed more, just to let him know and he would have it shipped immediately. Closing the closet door, she opened the second door and saw an attached bathroom with two sinks, a toilet and a shower with a tub.

Looking through the cabinets, they were stocked with the basic essentials. Of course, she had brought her own bathroom stuff, Rory preferred to use her stuff; it was best suited for her hair and it was her favorite scent.

Leaving the bathroom, Rory walked over to the large window and pulled back the curtains. She opened the balcony door and her jaw dropped, the view out her balcony was breathtaking. Of course, Wayne Manor was a ways away from Gotham City, but she could still see the skyline in the distance among the beautiful scenery. There was a forest, a waterfall with a small lake under it. Her view at Queen Manor was beautiful, but it was nothing like this.

Tim stood outside her bedroom door, debating if he wanted to knock or not. He was sure that Rory was settling herself in, but Bruce had wanted them all down in the Batcave for a meeting and that included Rory. After a few moments, he raised his hand and knocked.

There was no answer.

He knocked twice more, and still no answer.

At this point Tim decided to open the door ever so slightly and poke his head in and across the room stood Rory on her balcony, her brown hair blowing in the breeze. Deciding to invite himself in, he opened the door fully and walked across the room and stopped behind her. If Rory knew he was there, she didn’t show any sign.

He put a hand on her shoulder, and felt Rory tense at his touch.

Quickly, Rory grabbed his hand putting her elbow above his hand and turned, putting him into a wrist lock. Tim let out a yelp in surprise and craned his neck to look at her with wide eyes. “Rory, it’s just me.” He said quickly.

Immediately, Rory let him go. “Sorry Tim, just surprised.” She said with a shrug.

Tim let out a laugh. “Yeah, I can tell.” He stood up and circulated his shoulder. “Good hold though, but I could have totally kicked your ass if I wanted to.”

Rory rolled her eyes. “Sure, you could computer boy, what’d you need?” A smile graced her face, watching Tim stretch out his shoulder.

“Bruce wants us all down in the cave, so I came to get you.” He explained. “I think it has to do with patrol tonight.”

Rory gave him a nod “Lead the way youngling.�� She grinned.

Tim huffed a laugh. “I am only 10 months younger than you; you know?” He led the way out of the room with Rory shutting the door behind them. The two of the walked down to the cave, Rory trying to memorize the way in the massive manor.

“Don’t worry, I got lost my first few weeks here. If you yell loud enough, someone will come find you.” He chuckled, watching Rory who responded by sticking her tongue out at him making him laugh harder.

“I’ll make sure that I yell loud enough so you can come rescue me.” She smiled, keeping step with him as they descended the stairs into the cave.

When they came into the opening, what Rory saw was much different than the Arrow Cave. First off, it was an actual cave and where those bats at the top? Oli always said that Bruce was one for the flair and aesthetic and boy he wasn’t kidding. The entire cave was dark, but still teched out.

There were several computers set ups, but the biggest was in the middle. Beyond that was where all the vehicles were with an exit to the cave.

Tim looked at Rory and saw the shocked look on her face and laughed again. “It’s a bit much on first glance, right?”

Rory gave him a nod. “Much different than the Arrow Cave, considering this is an actual cave. Arrow Cave is basically the basement.”

Looking below, there was a training section with multiple different assets to it designed to each member of the bat family and their attributes. Currently, Dick was working with Damian on hand to hand with Steph working on her own. Jason sat off to the side, cleaning something that Rory couldn’t see. Bruce was sat with Barbara at the computer, and looked up to see Rory and Tim walking down to them.

“Good, everyone is here. Let’s get started.” He called.

Dick, Damian and Steph all stopped what they were doing; Steph wiping the sweat from her brow. Jason made no move to get up, but lifted his head to see what was up. Tim and Rory stopped in front of Bruce, awaiting his instructions.

“As you might have figured out already, Rory will be working with us during patrol but we can not just send her out into the field without some kind of assessment. I’m not sure how Oliver ran things, but we do have rules here, Rory.” He said, turning his attention to her.

“I’ll be honest, I doubt they are much different than his. Main one is no killing, right?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Bruce gave her a nod. “Yes. I’m going to be testing you over the next few days to see if you are up to par with the others. Each of them fights differently, so it will show how well you adapt to other’s fighting technique.” He explained. “Do you understand so far?”

Rory gave him a salute. “Yes sir, Batman sir.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes, as everyone but Damian fought to keep their giggles in.

“I brought your suit down here already, it’s set up in its own case ready to go. First, we will be testing your fighting skills. Alfred already brought down some clothes for you to work out in. Go change and report back here.” He ordered.

Rory saluted him yet again and grabbed the clothes Alfred was holding and went to change. The outfit consisted of a straight black razor tank top with black leggings and of course black socks and shoes to match. Did this family wear anything other than black?

She walked back, and began putting her hair up in a ponytail so it would stay out of her face. Everyone was waiting for her outside the boxing ring and she could hear them talking quietly.

“How well do you think she is going to do?” Dick asked, his voice still hushed.

“I doubt she will be able to stop all of us, I mean she is Oliver’s.” Jason said, leaning against the ring.

“She seems formidable enough, she put me into a hold earlier. Her reflexes are quick.” Tim explained, crossing her arms.

Bruce stood there listening to their assessments and concerns. “You three are missing one very important point.” He said.

“What’s that? She looks like she can barely lift anything.” Damian huffed.

“I helped train her.”

The boys stood there with a shocked look on their face. They were about to open their mouths to ask questions, but Rory decided that this was the time to interrupt.

“He’s right. Bruce, Dinah and Oliver all trained me.” She said, crossing her arms with a raised brow.

The boys turned to look at her, Stephanie and Barbara trying to hide a laugh.

“You knew she was there the whole time didn’t you B?” Jason asked.

“Of course, I did. Now, who’s first?” Bruce asked, looking between them.

“I vote Jason, he needs knocked down a few pegs.” Tim piped up.

“Why you little-“ Jason started for Tim but Bruce stopped him.

“Go ahead Jason.” Bruce said, with a smile. Jason let out a huff and climbed into the ring. “You coming princess?” he called.

Rory rolled her eyes, and climbed into the ring. “What? Afraid that you’re going to get your ass beat by a girl half your size?” she taunted.

Jason laughed, “I’m not afraid of anything, sweetheart.”

Rory let a grin grow on her face. “We’ll test that theory.” She put out a hand and beckoned him forward.

The two of the charged at the other, Jason reaching for her shoulders. Rory dropped to the floor using her momentum and slid between his legs knocking them out from under him, sending Jason to the ground with a loud thud.

Dick winced, that sounded like it hurt.

Jason got up quickly and charged at her once again, making sure that she couldn’t go between his legs again. Expecting this, Rory went to punch his stomach. Jason caught her hands and turned her around so her back was pressed to his chest, holding her arms tight across her chest.

“Give up yet princess?” he taunted.

“Last chance Jason, give up and I’ll let your comment slide.” She countered, blowing a few strands out of her face.

“Not happening.”

Rory grinned once again and used her strength and Jason’s weight against him, bending forward as Jason flew over back and onto the floor. Wrapping herself around him, Rory had Jason in a head lock on the floor between her legs using all her strength to keep him pinned making him tap out after a few seconds.

Rory let him go and stood up, “Should have taken that chance, princess.” She grinned and grabbed her bottle of water taking a drink, watching Jason rub his neck.

“I’ll get you next time.” He said hopping out, making Rory laugh.

Jason was the quickest to be pinned, with Stephanie, Tim, Damian and Dick following respectively. Watching Dick do all those flips gave Rory a headache, but once she calculated where he was going to land after each flip Dick was down.

Stephanie was hard because she was just as small as Rory was, if not smaller and she could maneuver was easier than Rory had expected. Tim only took so long because he was analyzing her the way she analyzed him and the others and he was able to land a few hits on her. Damian was a struggle because he was smaller than her, but he had extensive training outside of Bruce and he was a force to be reckoned with.

Rory was taking another drink of water when Bruce climbed into the ring. “Ready to go down again, Bats?” she said, putting her bottle down.

Bruce let out a chuckle. “Think you can get lucky twice?”

“That wasn’t luck, you’re just losing your touch old man.” She taunted.

Everyone on the side let out a laugh, quickly trying to hide it. Bruce stood there, waiting for Rory to attack. Rory was quiet and watched his movements with narrowed eyes, the tension in the air rising.

Then it happened all at once, Rory went to land several punched but Bruce blocked them all and grabbed her hand. Quickly, Rory jumped up and kicked him back with both feet making Bruce release the hold on her fist as she rolled backwards away. Getting up, she charged again and kicked Bruce swinging her other leg around to land a hit on his head but he caught her foot.

Rory let out a sheepish smile. “Hey, now Bruce. I need that.”

“I know, that’s why I caught it.” He said and pulled it, making Rory lose her balance and fall to the floor with a thud. “I thought I taught you better.” He said.

Rory let out a chuckle. “You did.” When she fell, no one notice that she managed to slip one of her shoes off. Gripping it tight in her hand, she raised her arm and threw it at his head making Bruce catch it. While he was distracted catching it, Rory got up and jumped onto his shoulder and flipped him to the floor, ending the fight.

Rory stood up again and glanced at the onlookers who stood there in shock. Bruce was defeated by a shoe?

Grabbing her shoe, Rory put it on and hopped out of the ring as Bruce stood up rubbing his head. “Nice distraction.”

“Like you said, you taught me better.” She grinned and took a seat.

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