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Safety {Tim Drake x Reader}

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Prompts: 01. Or else what?

Word Count: 2841

“Get to bed, now.” Bruce had just come in from a long night. He stepped into the mansion and did a sweep of it. He approached Tim’s room his door was close but a sliver of light shone through, Tim was working himself to death, again. He opened the door and watched Tim as he sat hunched over his desk, vigorously sketching, his room was dark. Only the work light illuminated his desk, he seemed to want to forget about everything besides his work. His room reeked of coffee, a thermos of Iced black coffee was beside him. He seemed to have not heard Bruce, no signs of comprehension made Bruce repeat himself. This time Tim stopped for a moment, “ Or else what?” He teased, he didn’t really want to back talk, Bruce. He was just stalling, he wanted a few more minutes, he needed to pitch his designs to Lucius soon. He insisted his tech needed to be upgraded, Bruce chuckled. Tim was unaware of the cards he could play. He decided to be cheeky. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood in the doorway amused, Tim still didn’t dare to face him. “Maybe I’ll give a call to your special friend's parents? I’m sure they don’t know about-”

In an instant, Tim slammed his book shut, and turned to Bruce. He nodded quickly, “Okay okay I get it.” After all, it was a school night. He didn’t want Tim to miss again. Sometimes, he forgot to sleep somehow and would sleep through his alarms. By the time he woke up, school was almost out. Then he had to play catch up. Add on patrol, Tim was drowning in responsibility. He refused to accept that he couldn’t do it all himself. He shut off his work lamp and stumbled to his bed. Satisfied, Bruce shut his door. Almost instantaneously Tim felt like, he needed to go to school. It didn‘t feel like hours, it felt like seconds, He regretted staying up so late. He pulled himself together and grabbed his thermos. He shook it and was glad he still heard ice. He took a sip while he grabbed his backpack.

He didn’t flinch at the bitterness, not anymore. There was a time when Tim Drake wouldn’t be caught dead drinking black coffee. That was before junior year. SAT, ASVAB, CAASP they wrecked him, and he never looked back. Now a senior, he was immune. College applications had taken him by surprise, now it was getting later. He pushed them away 1st semester, now he needed to finish them up. He went to the library, he had a lot of free time since he has exceeded his credits. The librarian greeted him as he walked in, he gave her a tired smile. The Hispanic woman shook her head at him, “Please get more sleep mijo.” He chuckled and nodded. He looked up and met eyes with her assistant.

I met eyes with Tim and turned away. He stood me up again, he was supposed to tutor me and kept me waiting at a coffee shop for an hour. I pushed my cart, and he jogged up to me. “I’m sorry about last night. Family emergency.” He said and I bit my lip, how could I be mad at that? Still, he could’ve told me. I nodded, not looking at him. I knew I would give in again. This wasn’t the first reschedule. He seemed to have an excuse every time. “If you don’t want to hang out just tell me, please. I waited an hour yesterday like an idiot-”

“Please. I’m sorry, I didn’t have a choice. How can I make it up to you?” I looked at him in search of sincerity. Instead, I saw a bruise across his face. My eyes widened in concern and he quickly looked away. I followed him and faced him, looking at him once again. “Jesus, Tim. Bruised again? What do you do punch yourself in your sleep?” I commented, he rolled his eyes. I reached for his face and held it up to the light studying it closely. I took my hand back and sighed, “Take care of yourself.”

He took a few books from the cart and looked at the spine. He began putting it back in place, he reached for another, “I am. It’s nothing to worry about. Really.” I wasn’t convinced but I didn’t argue. “Are you still mad?” He asked and I sighed, he had come all this way. If he wasn’t sorry he wouldn’t apologize. He wouldn’t reschedule in the first place, it must’ve been a coincidence. I shook my head, “That was more important.”

Then I turned to him swiftly, he seemed unfazed and gave me a look. I brought my hand over my mouth, he waited for me to speak. “What’s going on?” I rubbed the back of my neck, “Senior pictures,” His eyes went wide, he did not need his senior photos to show evidence of his nightly activities. He had the appointment scheduled for the next day. How could he have forgotten? “It’s fine I can fix it. Afterschool we can pick up some concealer. You’ll be good as new.”

Afterschool Tim found me. I took him to the mall, and we found him the right shade. I drove us to his house, Alfred greeted us as we walked in. We went to his room, he shut the door as I got on his bed. “Can you open your curtains for light?” I asked and began taking primer and concealer. He opened them and joined me. “Sit facing me,” I told him, and he obeyed, however, height difference proved a problem. He wasn't close enough. “This is unfortunate,” I said and he gave me a look. “What’s wrong?” He asked concerned, I scratched my eyebrow, “Could I- Do you mind if?” I stuttered and he smiled, “Just spit it out.” He laughed.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

He was surprised, a blush crept on his cheeks. “It’ll just be for a moment to-” He shook his head and held out his hands. “It’s fine.” I looked at him for a moment and scooted closer. He put his arms around my waist and guided me onto his lap. Once we were situated I began, “So, how did you get this?” His response came almost rapidly. “Jason. He got a little carried away teaching me to box.” His breathing was even, so he was either an expert liar or he was telling the truth. I looked him in the eyes and he held his ground. I coked my head to the side, “So if it was anything else you’d tell me right?” I tried to guilt him, he chuckled before he could reply his door swung open. He let out a deep breath like he was relieved. I didn’t get to think about it further because Jason began talking.

“I’m not even going to ask.” It was Tim’s older brother Jason. Out of context, we were in an intimate position. The makeup was on the other side of me out of his line of sight. Tim only had primer on, so it didn’t seem like I was doing his makeup. I went to move off his lap but he put his hand on the small of my back, “What do you want Jason?” Jason smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against Tim’s door frame. “Well actually, I was going to ask for my hoodie back.” Tim rolled his eyes and then removed his hand, and began bringing it to the hem of the sweater. My heart rate increased, I soon realized he was wearing nothing under. It took everything in me not to gape at him. He tossed it to Jason and caught it and shot a wink my way making my face feel hot. Jason shut the door and I looked down.

Once again I brought my hand to my mouth. All across his chest, there were scars. I reached out they were deep and scattered. I looked at Tim perplexed and his face gave way. That’s why he took it off. He wanted me to see his scars. “If it was anything else, I would tell you if I could.” From what I gathered, he wanted to tell me but couldn’t. I began recalling the incidents of his bruised face, and then I thought of Jason. His older brother Dick. I remembered bringing up the vigilantes I had seen in the news and Tim brushing it off. “I did get this bruise from Jason. He’s not very forgiving. I am, I think everyone can change.” He always carried a backpack, or case which I always chalked up to his laptop. I climbed off of him and went to his backpack, it was sitting under his desk. I pulled it out and unzipped it. Inside was a black and red armored tunic along with a utility belt.

“You’re Robin.” I put his bag back down and walked to him again, “Jason is Red Hood. He got carried away and you tried to stop him.” He bowed his head, “I couldn’t tell you. Bruce swears us to secrecy. But I also knew I couldn’t keep lying to you. I don’t want to lose you.” I set his bag down and sat on his bed. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. His childhood had been taken away and he was shoved into secrecy. He had to protect everyone else that's why he dosen’t know how to take care of himself. “What if Bruce finds out?”

“I am willing to deal with those consequences. You’re more important than all of this.”

“Thank you.” Tim cocked his head to the side and waited for me to elaborate. My heart broke, it was like he had never been appreciated. His mother died, and then his father was paralyzed, not to mention the resentment he felt. Bruce and Tim had become so close it was hard for him. I had heard little bits of what it was like living with Bruce. Tim was left to fend for himself. Bruce was gone by day at Wayne Enterprises, and he was left to do whatever he wanted. If he wasn’t reminded of the time of day he would forget to eat and just work.

As soon as he got from school he would usually work on a project or school work until nightfall. Once he got back he would tend to any wounds and clean up then get back to work. Jason had given him a mini fridge which made Dick furious. It was filled with energy drinks and he didn’t even have to leave his room. “You go out there every night to keep everyone safe.”

He made it seem like it didn’t matter that he was risking his life every night. He couldn’t imagine not patrolling every night. There was a knock on the door and Tim knew it was Alfred “Come in Alfred.”Dick had the decency to knock. Although Dick would knock then enter. Alfred waited until he was given permission. “Master Tim, Bruce would like to see you downstairs. I can see your friend out.” Tim stood up and I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Actually, can you tell Bruce I’ll be down in a second? I think it’s only fair I walk Y/N out.” The corner of Alfred’s lips turned up, “Very well Mr. Drake.”

Tim kept to his word and walked me out I got in my car and heard a motorcycle. Jason, sure enough, he pulled up next to me. I turned on the car and rolled down the window. He pulled his helmet off, and his piercing blue eyes looked into mine. “Leaving so soon?” He teased, “Did we scare you off?” I shook my head, “Bruce wanted to talk to Tim.” He hummed and put his helmet in his lap amused. “I presume I’ll be seeing you around a lot more.” He winked and I looked away, “It was nice meeting you, Jason.” He nodded, and put his helmet and sped off.

He disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Just as I was about to pull out of the manor my sister called. “Hey what’s up?” I asked as I began to back out. There was loud music and I sighed. I already knew where this was going. “How hammered are you?” I heard giggling on the line, “What? I’m fine I just need a nap and some coffee.”

“Do not move, I’ll be there in a few.” I hated when she pulled this on me. She was an adult for god sakes. Still, I was always there for her because I knew she would do the same. On a normal day, it would be a 30-minute drive I was going to cut it down to 10. She always made me nervous, she was so venerable. She was just like how I imagined her. She was sitting on the curb still clutching a drink. I turned off the car and rushed out. A man was talking to her, I glared at him and he seemed to get the message. I tossed her drink and helped her to the car. I put her in the back seat and she began mumbling. “I left my purse!” She exclaimed and moved to get up. I pushed her down, “I’ll get it, stay here.” I locked the car and went into the bar. It was almost empty considering it was a Wednesday night.

I searched and couldn't find it. She’ll be too drunk to care to check. I walked back to the car and bumped into someone. I mumbled a quick apology and pushed past him. Before getting in the car I looked in the back seat again to make sure my sister didn’t wander off. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found her still passes out in the backseat. I looked in the window and saw the same man from earlier. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled. I ducked down as he reached for me, I tried to get to the driver door but he wrapped his arms around my waist. I struggled and dug my elbows into his ribs and stomped on his feet. He let me go and I sprinted, He banged on the car doors and I quickly locked them. I drove off as fast as I could. I couldn’t help but look in the mirror. I saw nothing and tried to calm my breathing down. Did he really want my sister that badly?

I almost ran a red light, honking snapped me back into my thoughts. I looked back and my sister was still out. The rest of the way home was calm. The struggle began when I had to get her in her room. I threw myself onto my bed, and sighed. I sat up and went to get in the shower. I lifted up my shirt and saw a few bruises around my arms. I didn’t want to think about it anymore so I just finished my shower and got dressed. I heard a knock on my window. t began opening, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Oh my god it’s you.” Tim cocked his head to the side, “Are you okay?” I nodded and closed my eyes, “I’m fine.” He came closer shaking his head. “No you’re not.”

He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. I looked at at him, he pulled back and took his hands in mine. He looked down and pulled my arm closer, “What happened here?” His eyes showed genuine concern, and I told him the story. “God I’m sorry. I should’ve-” He bowed his head and I grabbed his chin and made him look into my eyes. “Tim, I’m fine. I promise.” He stood up abprutly, “Where was this?” I grabbed his arm and stood in front of him. “Please, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” He sighed, and pulled me back into a hug. He kissed the top of my head, and stroked my hair. “I’ll tell Demon spawn to cover for me.” He sat on my bed and pulled out his phone and typed a quick text. He gestured for me to come and I stood in front of him. He chuckled and grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. “This feels famillar.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ll always be here for you.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Tim.” He pulled me into bed, and we got comfotable. I cured up and put my head on his chest. He put his arm around me and stroked my hair. The last thing I remember was his soft humming.

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