Tim Drake! X Reader

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Sleepy Superhero

Imagine Tim coming in
through your window just
to bother you.

Takes place when Tim is Red Robin

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The night was rather quiet. It usually wasn't, but for some reason today seemed off.

Bored as ever, you had been facing away from your window, rearranging your bookshelf when the sudden noise of it opening was heard. You quickly turned around to see the cause of its opening but saw nothing.

Not bothering to look into the unexplained opened window, you went back to fixing your bookshelf. Maybe you were being delusional and left it open by accident. The strange noise of it opening probably came from outside.

Now you were just about finished with fixing your shelf when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.

Yelping, you cursed, "Dammit, Tim, you scared me." He rested his head on your shoulder.

"Sorry." he apologized, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You turned around in his arms and placed your arms around his neck, "How was patrol?"

"Very quiet," he stated over-exaggerated, "that's why I came to see you." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

after pulling away, you proceeded to finish putting your books back in the right place. After you were done you walked over to the door and locked it. Tim gave you a weird look, "What? Don't want my parents coming in to see Red Robin in my room."

He chuckled and walked over to your bed, plopping down and beginning to relax, his eyes falling shut in pure exaggeration, "When's the last time you slept, Timmy?" you asked.

"Maybe four days ago, I don't know I lost track." he rested his arms above his head, getting comfortable as ever.

You walked over to him and hit him lightly on his shoulder, "Hey, what was that for?" he exclaimed, looking at you tierdly and throwing his arms to the sides of him.

"Tim, I told you not to be doing that anymore," you recalled.

He sighed, "I know, but Bruce has been making me work on a lot of things for him and I can't turn him down."

You laid down next to him, turning on your side so you could see him better, "I love how you put others before you."

He did the same and turned on his side, "And I love that you love me for being who I am."

He smiled at you making you blush lightly, "Never change being who you are, Tim,"

You removed his mask and held it in your hand, "I won't." he affirmed, his sky blue irises like crystals under the light in your room.

Silence sank into the room as you cuddled into his side watching as he looked over things on some type of wrist-computer-thing, "So are you going to stay here for a while?" you asked.

"The city needs me," he stated, continuing to work on the device.

"The city doesn't need a sleepy superhero," You shot back, "c'mon just for two hours."

"I don't know," he mused turning off his wrist computer, "Bruce might kill me."

"I'll bring you back to life," I confirmed.

"How?" he questioned a smirk playing at his lips.

"Lazurus Pit."

"How do you know about that?" he sat up and stared at you a bit shocked.

"You're the one that taught me how to hack," you sat up, raising your hands up in defense.

"You hacked the Bat-computer!?" he whisper-shouted.

"Maybe..." you let a sly grin creep upon your features.

"Well in that case," He let out a defeated sigh, "I'll stay."

"Horray!" You clapped your hands.

He got up and began to take off his utility belt and his cape. He grabbed his mask that laid on a pillow and placed it with the rest of his stuff.

He got into bed and moved beside you. You scooted next to him and placed your head on his chest, hearing his quiet heartbeat drum into your ears and feeling the slight rise and fall of his chest.

He began to run his fingers through your hair, making you more tired than before.

"I love you, (Y/n) (L/n)." he yawned.

You let a slight grin slide upon your face, "I love you, too, Timothy Drake."

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What is this? The third chapter?

Anywho, here is a perfect example of my boredom at work. Minus well do something good with it and not waste my time being a couch potato (Well, bed potato. I'm usually in my bed, like right now for example, but hey I'm being productive by writing).

Thanks for all the support!

-Nightingale

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