miss me? (requested! + nsfw) tim drake x fem!reader
mentions: porn with plot, cyber criminal!reader, tensionn, tim sliiightly being obsessive? can we say that idk, handjob in public, sorta but not rlly phone sex??, innuendos, sexual fantasies, pathetic!tim my beloved, reader watching this thru cameras, this was lowkey kinda messy, idk what else, NO PT 2 (thank yewwwww asia for helping me come up with this plot ugh ly mama)
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one month and 26 days— that’s how long it’s been since tim drake had heard of you
you were one of the most notorious cybercriminals he has ever faced, often hacking into banks, private corporations, even government servers, and transferring every single cent into your own offshore accounts.
it wasn’t just robbing you were fond of; it was also red robin— or rather, making his life significantly harder. every secure communications network tim built somehow ended up compromised, a ‘GAME OVER’ popping up on his monitor and reminding him exactly why you were considered one of the most dangerous hackers in the world. and every time tim upgraded his systems, you couldn’t resist seeing how long it would take before you found another weakness
for you, getting under his nerves was entertainment
sure, the money was nice. but the challenge was better. and nothing could compare to the satisfaction of red robin’s face when he discovered you’d gotten in again
he built, you broke, he fixed, you found another way in— an endless cycle that should’ve grown boring years ago. yet somehow, it didn’t
for tim, it was irritating. but he can’t help but play along with this game you always established with him
maybe it was the thrill, the adrenaline that tim felt whenever he faced you. because he was finally facing someone whose intelligence was on par with his, whose mind worked just as quickly as his own. you were someone who could keep with him, who could challenge him— and vice versa
that’s why he knew the details of your crimes better than anyone else in gotham. and that’s why when he finally broke through one of your encryptions and opened your files, his eyes slightly widened from a mugshot he managed to get from the gcpd dated back to a few years ago
it was a standard police photo— harsh lighting, plain background. but even with all that, you were holding the sign and looking straight at the camera like you were bored of it already, with a faint tilt to your head and a small smirk on your lips, a quiet and knowing expression in your eyes. but god, you were beautiful.
so beautiful tim couldn’t keep his eyes off you. so beautiful that when the thought arrived in his head, he immediately looked away for a second before looking back, not able to control himself.
but ever since your last fiasco of tapping into wayne enterprises last month, you’ve been gone since. no digital footprints, no mysterious breaches, nothing— and tim hated it, more than he should
because the silence felt wrong, you weren’t the type to disappear for nearly two months, that gotham’s most elusive cybercriminal randomly dropped off the face of the earth. your disappearence was the one thing tim drake kept thinking about, more than he should
from there, he created a file curated completely for you, every single piece of data and information he has about you all stored in one. and the first image popping up every time he would click on the desktop file would be your old mugshot
and soon, tim became obsessed with you— so obsessed that your voice would ring in his mind daily, so obsessed that he would open your file out of habit. so obsessed he would secretly jerk off to your mugshot, quiet moans leaving his lips and eyes stuck on your picture, his hand going up and down his length and whimpers of your name leaving him. anything to get rid of his stress
he knew it was wrong— having an interest in a criminal and having these thoughts of you— and that was the part that didn’t change. it was disgusting, perverted and shameful. yet every few nights, tim drake would be seated in front of his monitor, one hand gripping the armrest of his chair while the other fucked his cock into his fist
so just imagine his surprise when he heard a voice in his comms that wasn’t barbara’s as he was patrolling around the east end “miss me, red robin?”
a voice too smooth, too amused, too hypnotic. a voice tim drake would recognize anywhere he landed on a rooftop before freezing from the sound of your voice in his ear, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. “you’re shitting me...” tim murmured under his breath in disbelief, but you still heard it as you chuckled, almost confirming that this wasn’t a dream for him.
tim could basically hear that infuriating, amused smirk from your voice— the same one that he couldn’t help but imagine in his thoughts “aww, so you have” “i didn’t say that” “no, but the file on your computer says otherwise” yeah, tim’s thoughts definitely weren’t playing tricks on him.
you bit your bottom lip to hide your grin, watching his face turn into silent panic from the security cameras you hacked from nearby buildings. “its cute” you hummed. “didn’t know you had a crush on me. but hey, at least they got my good side in that mugsho-“ “how did you get in there?” tim cut in, his voice slightly sharper than he intended. “it— it should be impossible, you shouldn’t be able to bypass this level of encryption” a small laugh was heard from your end of the comms, a melody that tim secretly missed hearing. “baby, did you forget who you’re talking to?” you purred. god, the pet name rolled from you tongue with such ease it made tim’s breath hitch and his pants feeling slightly tighter— no, no.
“look” he sharply exhaled, wanting to sound more professional and trying to ignore the forming boner in his pants. “what are you doing in the comms? this is a private channel” “just missed talking to my favorite vigilante” “that’s not an answer” “it is if it’s the truth” “how should i know you’re telling the truth?” “same way you already know i am telling the truth” that’s because tim knew you were telling the truth, and you knew. throughout all the time you spent with tim, the two of you knew when the other was lying. it wasn’t that hard
enough was enough. tim landed in an alley not too far from his patrol spot as he immediately began typing on his wrist monitor, trying to pinpoint your location. “im tracking your signal” you switched to another camera nearby. “mm good luck with that”
that hum sent shivers down tim’s spine, squinting his eyes shut for a minute to compose himself before opening them to continue tracking you on his wrist monitor. but of course, you were right as many locations started to pop up everywhere not just in gotham, but in other cities, even countries
through the security cameras, your eyes noticed a very very visible tent in his pants. and to confirm your suspicions, you saw tim turn off his wrist monitor and immediately dart his head down to the painful boner, hearing how his breathing was slowly becoming heavier
the sight of red robin having a boner just from your voice alone made a full grin form on your lips. oh this was going to be so much fun “should i ask why you have my mugshot in your files?” you asked, acting completely oblivious as you turned in your chair before facing back your monitors. “didn’t know you were able to crack through my encryptions” his eyes under his mask were now fully blown, the boner too hard to ignore— pun not intended. “now you know how it feels” tim responded, darting his head back and forth to see if the coast was clear before taking off a glove and slowly sliding a hand in his pants
your jaw slightly dropped as you watched him take his cock out of his pants. you couldn’t see much due to the quality of the camera, but it was enough for you to see how painful his boner must be, not to mention the size— enough for you to almost drool on your keyboard and for a small heat to form between your legs
tim wrapped his hand around his cock and bit his bottom lip to hold back a groan, gulping as his thumb slowly rubbed a circle around his leaking tip. your mugshot flashed in his thoughts, imagining how it would be your tongue instead of his thumb, how it would be your mouth instead of his hand, how your eyes would look up at him all wide with that dangerous look
“fuck” he mouthed to himself with slightly parted lips, fisting his cock as his eyes stayed completely stuck on his hand from under the mask, imagining it was your mouth doing the work instead “you know that doesn’t answer my question” you commented, closing your thighs to satisfy the ache that was forming. “why you have my mugshot” your eyes stayed fixed on the screen with a darkened gaze
“because you’re a — criminal.” tim exhaled a puff of air, holding back a sound as the pace of his hand started to go faster from your voice as he leaned his head back onto the brick wall with lips fully parted, eyes half lidded under the mask “just say you missed me, no big deal” “i— hah— did not, fuck”
liar
“huh… wonder what you used it for, then” you wondered, tapping on your chin as you tilted your head with a small smirk. “my face, plastered on your screen…” tim heard your voice drop with a whisper and god, did it make his cock twitch in his hands. all the memories of jerking off to the thought of you, the soft sounds he'd let out and the faces he'd make when he came--
deep and heavy pants kept leaving his lips, his head lowering to continue staring at his cock and continuing his fantasies of you— on your knees, that mouth of yours he hates filled with his cock and gripping onto his thighs, muffled sounds from you and eyes rolled to the back of your head “you know” you spoke, leaning on your chair with eyes focused on the sight in your monitor. “that mugshot was taken when i was still new to this…. i was stupid enough to leave a trail” a small laugh left your lips, seeing how tim’s cock visibly twitched from your sound
he let out a sigh, gulping down a whimper as his hips started to buckle into his fist. this time, a gasp left his lips and it trailed into a small whine— a sound loud enough for you to hear it
“and here i am, in your comms” god, he genuinely couldn’t focus on what you were talking about. the only thing that man was focused on was your voice and how you would look so good under him, legs around his waist and pussy taking him so well. fuck, you would be so warm and tight
his hips picked up the pace in his fist, a broken moan leaving his lips as whimpers were heard from him, eyes fully closed and just imagining it was you that he was pounding in. his cock started to twitch like crazy, feeling that familiar knot of pleasure on the brink of snapping. the slaps sounds were now in earshot for you to hear, lewd and wet skin slapping in his fist
you licked your lips. “that’s a lot of noises, red robin”
“mm— what noises?” “wait, am i… making you nervous?” “oh god— oh god, no. fuck no” “you sure? i wouldn’t want to…. distract you from your boring patrols” “shit, shitshitshit— hah— "
too much, it was all too much for him to handle. your voice, the lewd thoughts, all assisting to push him off the edge for his pleasure-- a selfish yet carnal assist
cum started to fill his tight fist, leaking from his knuckles and dripping on his pants, the pavement and the tip of his boots with shameless whimpers leaving tim’s fully parted lips.
he slowed down his pace, his closed eyes imagining it was your mouth instead of his hand with cum leaking from the corners of your mouth and swallowing it
his eyes slowly fluttered open, panting as he took in the mess he made. his hand left his cock and opening his palm, cum covering both his cock and hands as a shaky exhale of air left his lips— a sight that made you grin from behind the cameras
“as much as i would love to bother you like the good old times, im afraid i have to go” you leaned forward, already typing on your keyboard to save the entire camera footage from one screen while gaining access to both gotham national bank and an international bank in germany in another
“don’t miss me too much, red.” one last click of a key and every single euro and dollar was now successfully transferred to your account. “oh, and there’s a bathroom stall in a club two blocks away from you” you mentioned with an all-knowing smirk in your voice
tim’s eyes widened in realization and horror. but before he could say anything, it was too late the moment he heard static in his ear piece, your voice nowhere to be heard “—robin? red robin? tim, do you hear me?” the connection with the original channels was back. barbara’s voice ringed through, making tim clear his throat. “yeah, was handling something. lost signal” he lied, quickly pulling his pants up with his clean hand
barbara was silent, obviously seeing through tim’s excuse but saving it for another day. “well, we have a situation.” barbara’s voice was sharp. “she’s back. and she hacked in both gotham national bank and the KFW bank in germany”
your words rang in tim’s head: “don’t miss me too much, red”
this wasn’t a random attack, nor was it about the money and the banks. this was a message— an announcement of your return
you were back. and if tim knew you at all, this was only the beginning
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