Need My Help?

Imagine Tim Drake
Trusting you
During a hostage
Situation

When he is Red Robin

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Tim earned another slap in the face after a witty comment he made. He didn't react, just laughed at the men before him.

"Think it's funny kid?" a man in front of him said.

Tim chuckled, "I think it's hilarious."

The man scoffed, "You laugh now, but in a few minutes you won't be."

Tim cocked an eyebrow with a slight grin on his face, "And why is that?"

"You'll see." Tim rolled his eyes as the man circles him, "Do you know why I have you here?"

"Do I know why I'm tied up in my own apartment? No," Tim grumbled.

"You see your daddy has some new tech that has caught my interest," the man started explaining.

"Let me guess," Tim's head tilted up in a diagonal as if in question, "You need me to tell you how to get it."

"So you are as smart as they say." The man chuckled, "So what do you say, kid? Give me the information I need and no one gets hurt."

Tim seemed to think about before looking back at the guy, lips pursed together, "Nah, I think I'll pass." The man growled and even went as far as pulling a gun out and placing it against Tim's temple.

The man reconsidered his motives and put the gun away. "Listen here, Mr. Drake," he started, "This tech is very important for business and I need the money. Get me the tech and I won't hurt them."

"May I ask who?" Tim's eyebrows scrunched in confusion yet there was still a hint of amusement in his features.

"Someone you love that goes by the name of
(Y/n)." Tim's eyes widened in horror, making the man smirked in satisfaction at his expression. But imagine how this all changed when Tim busted into a pit of laughter, doubling over as it escaped his mouth.

"That was hilarious, " Tim calmed down catching his breath, "thanks for the laugh."

The man grew furious and lunged at Tim, gun finding its place under his chin, "Are you mad, boy? I just threatened to harm--"

"Yeah, yeah I know, " Tim leaned his head side to side before giving the man a sincere look, "But I should be warning you before its too late."

The man backed away from Tim as he leaned back in his chair, slouching with a grin on his face.

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You had been walking to your shared apartment after your shift at the coffee shop. Working there had been a benefit since both you and Tim needed a high dose of caffeine often and having a job there got you a discount. Today you didn't feel like walking a long way and decide to attempt a shorter route through the park.

At first, it seemed like a normal walk, a cool breeze making a shiver run down your back. That was until footsteps sounded from behind you.

Whoever it was got closer and when they had been close enough, they placed their hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. It was a man, clearly overweight and in need of a haircut. He examined you, head-to-toe, smirking, before he spoke, "The kid has good taste." He licked his lips, eyes roaming you again.

"Thank you?" you spoke more like a question before turning on your heel and taking a step, all while still looking at the guy. As soon as you turned your head forward you ran into another guy, nearly walking straight into his chest if you hadn't put your hands in front of you. A grin spread throughout his face causing a spike of adrenaline in your veins.

Both men stood on either side of you, watching your every move. "Look, boys, " you started, "I don't want any trouble."

The first guy you ran into smirked, "No can do. The boss says he needs you to get that boyfriend of yours to talk." He took out a metal pipe as the other man brought out a knife.

"Boyfriend?" you thought about it for a moment, trying to put all the pieces of this puzzle together. After realizing you groaned, "Oh fuck."

Both men chuckled. You began to take all the things out of your pockets and tossed them on the grass nearby, "Well if that's the case, " you went to to kick the pipe in the guy's hand, forcing it to collide with his face, "Guess I got some rescuing to do."

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Tim impatiently tapped his foot as the man paced back and forth. "Why haven't they called?!" he fumed at his men.

Suddenly a phone started ringing. It had been the phone the man had been carrying around, waiting to ring. "Finally!" he exclaimed as one of his men answered the phone.

After a few minutes, the guy covered the phone with one hand and spoke to his boss, "Um, boss, it's for the kid."

Everyone looked at Tim like they had just seen a ghost as for Tim himself, took some pride knowing who was on the other end of the line. The boss guy nudged his head in Tim's direction giving the order to let Tim speak on the phone.

"Hello?" Tim spoke once the man had placed the phone against his ear.

"Is everything at home okay?" Your voice came through the phone's speaker sounding a little too amused.

"Oh yeah, everything's great!" Tim exclaimed, "except I could really use something sharp to get out of this rope." Tim's eyes met the man who stood confused in front of him, a smirk playing at Tim's lips.

"Oh, and why is that?" he could almost hear your smirk through the phone.

"Well, " he started, "there are these very dangerous men here in our apartment."

"Is that your way of saying you need my help?"

"Hell yeah it is, " Tim laughed, "plus it always looks better when you punch the bad guys in the face."

You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, just put me on speaker." Tim told the guy holding the phone against ear to put the phone on speaker.

"You're on speaker," he spoke to you, making him smirk.

"Listen here bastards," you began, "I'm on the way home. When I get there, you better hope you can put up a fight because I'm angry as hell and you assholes are what I'm taking my anger out on."

Tim smiles to himself, thankful that he has you.

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Hey guys👋

It's late I know and I have to be up early for a tournament, but hey writing is worth it.

Thank you guys for everything❤️

-Nightingale💙

(This is unedited I'll fix it later😉)