wc : TIM DRAKE can’t seem to catch a break from any device he owns—and apparently, neither can you. And what’s more romantic than losing your sleep (and sanity) with your partner while arguing on twitter?
warnings : cursing not proofread it’s 7 in the morning i can’t think straight fluff.
“Are you kidding me?” Tim whisper-yelled.
You looked over at him with a muffled chuckle as you came closer to look at his screen, looking at whatever was making him mad. Still—a little dumb-ed up because of the lack of sleep, you raised your eyebrows and looked back him. “What about it?”
“Can’t you see?! Fuck—I mean sorry—this person insists my favourite character was a bully. I don’t think you get it! Mischaracterization of my favourite characters is gonna kill me, I am telling you!” He spoke in a low, but stern voice. Pointing one of his slender fingers at the blue-ish screen of his phone.
“I swear!” He huffed once more and kept angrily typing at his phone.
“Wait no—give me the phone.” you said, a mischievous smirk tugged at your mouth and you grabbed his slim phone and started angrily typing yourself. The comment got bigger and bigger while you two took turns cursing the person’s family to death.
You two munched on chips that had been long in his room. Snickering and gasping with how fast the persons replies were. Calling them unemployed as if you weren’t up at two in the morning eating chips and arguing online.
Not even noticing with how loud you’ve got. You’re no longer whispering and your hollering and howling can be heard from across the manor.
It’s really not your fault you’re so caught up in the moment you jump like a deer hearing a stick break when the lights turn on.
Maybe you even let out a little high pitched scream like a girl, which you choose not to address as the one and only Damian Wayne stood in the doorway with a glare that could kill an army. You waved a little, hunching back closer to Tim—maybe so, you’d have a chance of surviving his littlest brother.
“What the hell are the two of you doing. It’s Two oh Seven—A-M! His gaze diverted from Tim to you. You just looked back at Tim as his phone buzzed with replies.
“Go back to your room! Damian. You can’t just barge in. What if we were doing… something?” your boyfriend countered.
“I know you don’t have that much game. If I hear another yell—I promise you don’t want to see me again.” He turned the lights off, slamming the door shut.
“Oh well..” you sighed, relieved.
“Oh look!” He yelped before slapping his hand on top of his mouth to shut himself up. “they blocked me. I won.” he smirked with pride.
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a/n: this is me every time i have to defend my beloved professor Snape from the REAL bullies out there. Snape slander OR SLYTHERIN SLANDER is BANNED from my household.
