Clingy Drunk Tim × Dick who did NOT know he was drinking tonight <33
Tim goes out on a friday once, gets a little tipsy. He likes to fun with his friends and dance- but when he has a little too much he's a CLINGY drunk. He was also a D.A.R.E. kid, the absolute PICTURE of sobriety, so his alcohol tolerance is pretty bad. He's the canary in the coal mine for the rest of YJ- if he starts to cling it's time to close out tabs and finish drinks.
Tonight he might have had a liiiiiiiiiittle too much. Thats what Cassie says, anyways, but Tim doubts it. He just thinks her shoulder makes a good place to rest his head, and he needs to make use of it more often.
He nuzzles a little further into it from his place on her back, squeezes his legs around her waist where theyre holding him up, and mutters the codes to his appartment's traps as she reaches them. He doesn't mind having to koala onto her- she'll need her hands for the traps instead of supporting his weight, and he can hold on just fine.
His appartment door swings open before Cassie even touches it, though. Which is weird, because Tim doesn't remember letting anyone in. Cassie lets out a breath and tells the person who opened the door something about Tim being drunk, he thinks? He's not drunk, but whatever.
Someone tries to pull Tim away from Cassie, and Tim does NOT like that. Cassie is warm, and she lets him hang off her however long he like if it doesnt impead her movement too much, and he's pretty sure if he gets pulled away from a cuddle he'll actually cry. He tightens his grip on Cassie and shakes his head, making it clear that no, he will not get down.
All cassie does at that is snort- "Ah, yeah. You know how he is when he has a little too much. I'll be alright to stay if he doesn't let go, that's why I was volenteered for cuddle time." It makes Tim emotional all over again that his friends would put in the work to make a rotation and clear their scedules and stay with him through the drinking and comedown and hangover when he thinks about it. (It doesn't matter that he does the same for them.)
He squeezes his arms and legs around her a little tighter for a couple seconds, and she squeezes his ankle in return.
The person who was trying to pull him away from Cassie stops with a laugh- one that doesn't sound quite right, but still makes his fingers itch for a camera all the same. Tim barely registers that feeling before a warmth envelopes his back, and Dick says "C'mere Baby Bird" in his ear.
Tim goes absolutely limp, because that's DICK and yeah, okay, he can let go of Cassie for DICK. And Dick catches him and pulls him into his chest, and Tim turns his head so he can bury his face in it. And it's kind of awkward, but he wraps his arms around Dick's waist too, and hes WARM, and he's being held by DICK.
Cassie makes some kind of comment about Tim not usually being this eager to move clinging targets- and honestly, Tim's not THAT bad, come on cass, but Tim ignores it to shift a little in Dick's arms so he can get more comfortable. He nuzzles into Dick's neck and takes a deep breath, the scent of Dick comforting down to his bones.
They're in Tim's apartment now, and he doesn't know where Cassie went, which makes him kind of anxious, but then Dick is running a hand through his hair and suddenly Tim feels a little stupid because Dick is here, so of course he handled it.
Dick sets Tim down on one of the stools at his kitchen island and coaxes Tim into letting go, one limb at a time. And it makes Tim want to cry or hyperventilate, but he lets go because he doesn't want Dick to be annoyed at his clinging. Usually Dick is down to cuddle all day any day, so if he's telling Tim to let go, Tim HAS to let go.
Dick starts puttering around in the kitchen, and even though Tim can SEE Dick right there, Tim starts feeling a pressure on his chest and his eyes starting to burn, the skin hunger setting in. He puts his head down and focuses on breathing evenly and listening to the quiet sounds of Dick moving about.
He shuts his eyes against the first tears starting to fall and keeps his breathing even. It's stupid, crying over this. Dick is literally right there. He has no reason to cry. And when Dick calls his name, Tim thoughtlessly looks up, so now Dick has the worried wrinkle to his brow.
Dick walks over and cups a hand to his face to wipe a tear away, and it's so warm that Tim can't stop himself from leaning into it and catching Dick's wrist to keep his hand there. "Doesn't seem like nothing-"
Tim places a kiss to Dick's palm, and Dick stops speaking. Tim looks up at him through his lashes and rubs his thumb against Dick's wrist. "Nothing I should tell you while I'm like this."
There's a reason why Tim never drinks around Dick. Why he's never let Dick see him like this. Why Dick is so caught off guard by this. Dick seems to falter at the venerability Tim is giving him, and his worry is all the more apparent, but he nods all the same. "But you will tell me?" Tim hums. "Maybe. I've been meaning to."
The kettle whistles, and Dick breaks the eye contact. "I'll be right back." But he hesitates to move. Tim rubs his thumb against Dick's wrist one more time, squeezes it, and lets go.
Dick lingers a second more, searching Tim's face and then moves around the island back to the kettle and two mugs on the counter. Dick pours the tea and approaches with a mug in each hand. Tim nods to his couch, then moves to go get changed into his pajamas. He's rather not wake up in denim. And ruined eyeliner.
Dick is in the living room. He's staying. He made tea, so he's going to stay. It makes it a little easier to breath, knowing that Tim will at least have Dick in his sight until the tea runs out.
Still, Tim feels new tears slip down his face when he sees Dick on his couch, watching the mugs steam. He stumbles a little bit, and stands in front of Dick, swaying on his feet. Dick's hands reach for him, and all he says is "Timmy..."
Tim's breath hitches and he just shakes his head at the unasked questions at the end of Dick's sentence. "Just- just hold me for a little while. Please."
Dick nods, and Tim collapes into his arms, curled into his lap. Breathes Dick in. Let's himself be held. Lets himself feel wanted and tresured. Dick always holds him like he's precious. Tim's pretty sure that won't change, even if he's been reading too much into the looks and signals from Dick. The slightly-wrong tones when Tim pays attention to someone else.
Tim wants to be held, and is willing to hold. That's all that matters right now.
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