⋆𐙚 ̊. Tim thinks you’re cheating on him, but you’re actually planning his birthday.
cw: mentions of cheating, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, tim is a sensitive boy and lowkey a crybaby, lmk if i missed something!
a/n: i‘m not sure if i like this, word count is about 2.3k words, i wrote this on wattpad and copied it into tumblr and i wanted to know where most of you write? i used to write directly on tumblr (mobile app/browser) but i wanted a word count. this is not proofread and will probably be edited in the future. let me know what you think and please don’t be afraid to like, reblog and comment! 💌
Tim knew that you would never actually cheat on him. He knew that. You were his best friend long before you became his girlfriend, the two of you had, and have always been honest with each other. So he doesn't understand why your actions have told him otherwise.
The first time Tim took notice to your unusual behavior was on a calm friday night. He skipped out on patrol due to him still recovering from his last mission. You were cuddled up on his bed, him laying on your chest while you both watched a movie together. At first it was the same as always, both of you making stupid comments and discussing the characters while you played with a strand of his hair. But then you went on your phone, which didn't usually happen while you two were watching something, but he'd decided to ignore it. Until your hand reached a second time, then a third, until he lost count and he noticed you being glued to your phone.
As he lifted his head, repositioning his body to lay beside yours, you didn't even glance up at him as he stared at you. Only when you felt his gaze trying to catch a peek at your phone screen, you quickly turned to him while burying your phone into your chest, quickly pressing the power button. “What are you doing?” you question, trying to laugh off the situation.
Tim continues to hold your gaze while his eyes flicker from the phone in your hand back to your face. "What are you doing?"
You laugh again. “Texting.”
“Texting who?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.
“Just Steph.” you shrugged, desperately hoping he would let this go. But you knew Tim, and you knew he could tell you were hiding something.
“Oh. What were you texting about?” You swallow at his question, coming up with a quick answer. “Just some memes.” you squeezed out the lie. You didn't want him to know that you were actually discussing the plan for his upcoming birthday in a group chat without him.
Tim is silent for a moment as he studies your face. With a sigh, he decides to let it go. “Okay.”
You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief as he lays back down on yours chest, your phone now abandoned on the bedside table.
Tim continues watching the movie, though his brain can't shut off this time. You weren't lying to him, right? You were still your own person, even if he was your boyfriend, your best friend, you still had the right to not tell him everything. Tim could handle you not telling him everything, right?
Wrong. Later that night, you were laying in his arms, passed out while his brain couldn't stop overthinking every single one of your actions throughout the last weeks.
The second time he thinks something is really wrong he catches you sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night.
Tim was staying over at your apartment, enjoying your bed with countless fluffy pillows and your warm body snuggled up next to his. He was awoken by the sound of the sheets rustling, thinking nothing of it, just you tossing and turning until you found the right position. But then he squeezed one eye open, watching as you tried to quietly pull the covers off yourself, grabbing your phone off your nightstand before walking out of your bedroom and into the hallway, softly closing the door behind you.
It was quiet, and for a moment Tim thought you might be just going to the bathroom. That was until he heard your soft voice through the door. “Hey, babe.”
And right at this moment, Tim felt his heart stop. There was no way you could actually be cheating on him. You always told him he was your person, wasn't that true anymore?
Deciding he needed more proof for a final conclusion, he squeezed his eyes shut as he quietly got up, stepping closer your bedroom door. Now leaning his ear against it, he could make out your voice more clearly coming from down the hallway. “No, of course I didn't tell him.”He could hear you laugh softly. “He's not going to find out!”
Tim's ear began ringing as his throat suddenly felt dry, an overwhelming mix of emotions hitting him all at once. His eyes burned suddenly, and he squeezed them shut once more, trying to drown out the thoughts scrambling inside his head. This was it. You were really cheating on him. Wasn't he good enough? You always told him he was. Did you lie to him every time you told him you loved him? Was it his looks? Did he work too much? Was it Red Robin? All those thoughts circulated in his head while he tried to reason with himself. His thoughts are cut short when he catches the last of your conversation. “Okay, I gotta go before Tim wakes up. Love you.”
Hearing your footsteps become louder as they near the bedroom, he quickly wipes at his face before crawling back into bed, turning so his back is facing you when you walk back in.
You let out a tired yawn as you quietly push the door open, tracing your steps back until you're laying in bed again, facing Tim's back. You watch him for a second, a smile crossing your face as you think about the joy on his face when he'll open the gift you got him for his birthday. That was the reason you had been so sneaky around Tim for the past weeks, planning a small party at the manor, trying to get every one of his siblings to agree to come at the same time.
But your smile quickly washed away from your face as you noticed Tim's uneven breathing and the quiet shaking of his shoulders. Your hand reached out, finding its place between the blades of his shoulders. “Tim?” you call out softly, your voice filled with worry.
He debated pretending to be asleep, but he quickly realized you would just see through him and he didn't want you to know that he knew. So he turned around, now facing you, and when you spotted his red eyes and small frown, he could see the concern in your eyes. “What's wrong, baby?” you question, your voice soft as you carefully brush his hair away from his face. He could melt into your touch right now, but then he remembered wha he just heard, and suddenly this felt like the last time you'd touch him so tenderly.
“Did you have a nightmare?” is the next question that left your mouth. Tim decided to go along with it, feeling his throat closing up with the threat of unshed tears, he just nodded.
“Oh, Timmy.” You sighed out empathetic, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him into you, pressing a kiss against his forehead in an act of silent comfort. “You're safe here.” you mumbled against his skin. Tim squinted his eyes shut, not believing that you could cheat on him in one moment and love him like this in the next.
Now, as he walks back through the front door and into the manor, his thoughts are still running wildly around his brain. They have been the past week , not stopping since that you comforted him because of his “nightmare”. He hadn’t talked much to you after that night, always coming up with reasons to cut conversations short, responding with short answers to your texts, ignoring calls and giving a lazy excuse afterwards. And today was his birthday, to which you only sent him a quick text, leaving no signs that you would want to see him today. From Tim’s perspective, you didn’t seem too concerned. What he didn’t know was that you spent every spare second you had to plan his birthday so it would be perfect, leading to you being pretty busy.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Tim walks into the sitting room in search of Alfred. He had sent him on a mission to go and get a special ingredient Alfred was missing for something he was baking, whatever it was.
He frowned as his gaze scans the room, noticing the curtains drawn and the furniture arranged. Before he could notice the decorations hanging of the wall, the curtains were pulled open and a chorus of “Happy Birthday”s sounded across the room. Now standing in front of him were all of his siblings, Bruce, Alfred, and you. His gaze focused on you, your grin wide as you stepped closer to him, his favorite cake in held securely in front of you, decorated with his favorite lego figures and lit candles. “Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish!” you smile at him, giving him an encouraging nod.
Tim can only stare, and before you know it, he’s already turning around and quickly making an exit. He’s gone before you can call out and a frown comes across your face. Behind you, you hear Jason whisper a quiet “What the fuck?” and Cass asking quietly “What’s wrong with him?”
You still stand there, baffled at Tim’s reaction, when you feel someone come up behind you. Your turn your head to come face to face with Steph, and she gives you a comforting look as she takes the cake out of your hands and quietly tells you to go after him.
You do immediately. Your pace is fast as you trace his steps to where you know he must be. Seeing that he left the door to the terrace open, you quickly slip outside, spotting Tim leaning against the railing, his body hunched as his face is clenched in agony. Your worry increases instantly and you call out his name, watching as he startled and looks up at you with hurt in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, stepping closer to him. “Is it the party? Is it too much?” You want to reach out, hold his hands in yours and give him all the comfort you can. You both stare at one another before Tim breaks the silence.
“Why are you doing this?” he chokes out through his tears, and your heart cracks at seeing him so hurt. “What do you mean?” you shake your head in confusion.
“Why won’t you just break up with me if you don’t want to be with me anymore?” he snaps, his face morphing into regret in an instant at the way he talked to you. He hated being mean to you, even if you were the one that was hurting him right now.
“What are you talking about?” you shake your head in confusion. “I- I don’t want to break up with you! I want you, Tim!”
“Then why are you cheating on me?” he finally lets out, and your face drops at hearing his words.
Your brain stops working for a second as you try to process his words. You, cheating, on him? “Tim, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please.”
Tim scoffs, shaking his head as he wipes at his eyes. “You don’t have to lie anymore. I heard you that night, last week.”
Your eyes widen, questioning every interaction you’ve had over the last week, trying to remember any conversations or phone calls. Phone calls… that’s when it hits you. The night you stepped out to call Steph as she found the perfect gift you had wanted for Tim on patrol that night. The night you came back to bed to find him crying from a “nightmare”.
Your gaze softens as you watch Tim completely unravel before you, believing the fact that you would cheat on him.
“Oh, Tim.” your voice wavers. You take a step forward, this time not hesitating to grab his hands and pull him into you. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his do the same. You could cry at the fact that he was still hugging you, even if he was supposed to be mad. You pull back, placing your hands on either side of his face, tilting it to meet your gaze. “I would never cheat on you. Never. I love you so so much, Tim. You’re my everything.” you explain desperately. “That night, I was talking to Steph about one of your presents for today. And the basically the last two weeks I’ve been busy planning every minor detail because I wanted today to be perfect for you. But I promise you, Timothy, that I will not and have not ever cheated on you. You can look through my phone or search my drawers or whatever-”
You’re cut off by Tim pressing his lips to yours. You let out a sound of surprise before leaning into the kiss, pressing your lips to his with the same eagerness.
He’s the one to pull back, letting his hands rest on your waist. “I believe you.”
Eyes widening, a relived expression washed over your face. “I love you, Tim. And I‘m sorry I made you feel that way.”
He shakes his head. “No, I‘m sorry. For believing that you would cheat on me. I was just… I was so scared of losing you.”
Your face softens more, if even possible, as your thumb swipes under his eye, wiping away the last of his tears. “You’re not going to lose me, baby. Not if I can help it.” you smile at him.
He’s pulls you closer again, burying his face in your neck as the two of you stay like that for awhile.
Tim knew that after all, you were his best friend, his soulmate, and he was wrong to doubt the bond between the two of you.