ELEVATOR MISHAP T.D.
Request: hi if requests are open i was wondering if i could request for tim 👉👈 maybe where the reader is his assistant/secretary at WE and is really smart and accomplished and everyone in the batfam who has met her think that she's perfect for tim in more ways than one. maybe one day the sexual tension gets too much and they end up making out or something like that but she pushes him away because she's older than him and she thinks he deserves better? you can choose how it ends!
Warning: sadly no elevator sex so it’s SFW, angst, yearning, language
A/N: CEO!Tim?? me?? writing it again?? couldn’t be. also that gif tho
Word Count: 2.8k
Mr. Drake was a very kind man.
Though he was young, he made sure to recognize the importance of everyone that worked under him. He learned the names of everyone he interacted with and always showed a smile when passing by. There was never a day that he wasn't kind to his employees, even when it was evident his day was hard.
Mr. Drake-Wayne, though he always pestered for you to call him Tim, was a young man. He was just barely at the age of eighteen. However, it seemed that he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Dark bags under his eyes every time you saw him, walking as if his joints were too old for his body.
As young as he was, he seemed older than you. Tim seemed to know a little bit too much about everything and he never faltered when something new was thrown at him. He wasn't just a smart man, he was prepared. You respected him for that. While many degraded him for his age, it seemed that he only earned more and more respect from you every day.
You were the secretary for Mr. Wayne shortly after he took over his father's position as CEO. From the start you had been right alongside him, watching him become accustomed to this new life at WE. You took his kindness as being a good boss, not as someone who thought about you in the late hours of the night.
Tim's crush on you - if you even wanted to call it a crush - was more than evident. His brothers saw it when they came to the office, most of your coworkers knew about it. You on the other hand, it seemed as if you were the only one who didn't know the full extent of his feelings. You picked up on the tension, the desire between the both of you.
He was too young for you. Sure, it was only a few years but it felt as if you were far too old for someone who was under constant scrutiny for their role in society. Tim didn't need another added stress of someone chastising him for liking someone older than him. You couldn't do that to him.
"Mr. Drake, you're late this morning," Tim held two coffees in his hands and a tired look on his face. His eyes lit up the second that he heard your voice. He stopped at your desk that was stationed just outside his own office. Tim slid one of the coffees towards you and kept the other for himself.
"That's no way to talk to your boss," Tim looked down at you. He was kidding, of course. "You know I don't like it when you call me Mr. Drake."
"Yeah, but, you always get a little flustered when I do," you beamed up at him. It was true, Tim always felt his cheeks get warm and a little stutter in his words when you called him that name. He seemed at a loss of words for a moment. You took the chance to change the subject, "you've got a meeting at two today."
"Will you be there?"
"If you want me to be."
Tim said nothing. He sent a wink your way and headed to his office. Typical response - never telling you yes or no and never sure what he really wanted. He was a man of many unanswered questions - ones that you'd hope to learn some day. It seemed unlikely.
You teetered between a professional and flirtatious relationship with Tim. It was easy to get lost in the conversation and forget that he was your boss and that you were in the middle of his office. Half the women in the building envied you and the other thought you to be mooching for more money that your job was worth.
No one had any reason to feel this way. There was nothing to envy and you certainly weren't getting any money added onto your paycheque every month. As desperately as you wanted to know more behind the wall Tim Drake put up, there was no such chance.
Less than an hour after Tim locked himself in his office, a familiar face stood in front of your desk. Tall, dark hair, romantic blue eyes that didn't quite hold the same adoration as Tim's.
"Mr. Grayson," You smiled up at him. "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today?" Dick sat on the empty edge of your desk. His arms were crossed over his chest and straining against his jacket. A friendly smile spread across his lips.
"Stopping by to see Tim," He vaguely answered. It wasn't uncommon for his family to come into the office, though none of them really spoke of what they were truly there for. "He was going on and on about you the other day about how this company wouldn't survive if he didn't have you to keep him in order."
You felt heat crawl up your neck at the thought of Tim talking about you to his family, talking good things about you. Sure you had to remind him every hour about what he had to do, but he would be just fine without you in the long run. Now, according to his oldest brother, he thought about you outside the office.
He sure as hell didn't make it any easier not to like him, not to think about him as well outside of your workspace. Tim consumed your thoughts at night. It was hard not to - the way his muscles rippled under his dress shirt when leaning against your desk or the smile he had when he knew that he was flirting a little too much with you.
Dick chuckled at how quickly flustered you got at his news. To be honest, he was mad at Tim for letting you stay single this whole time. It was obvious that you both had strong feelings for each other - and he thought that you would be great for Tim. He'd have to remember to smack some sense into his brother about it.
It wasn't just him who felt this way. Jason, who had only met you once, thought you to be a hot and Tim and idiot for not getting with you sooner. There were several threats made that if he didn't, Jason would. Dick had never seen his brother get so angry from a sly comment from Jason.
Damian, the one person it seemed impossible to get on the good side of, liked you too. He found your smile to be kind and genuine, and you didn't treat him like a kid like his father's old secretary did. The only reason that he wanted you and Tim to be together was because any other person Tim was interested in never treated him this way.
"Mr. Drake does just fine without me," you finally managed to stutter out. You took a sip of the coffee he had brought you, hoping to clear the scratch in your voice. Tim's favourite coffee shop - a clear sign that he had been the one to buy it for you. Dick knew his brother well enough that he was well wrapped around you finger.
"We both know that's a lie, (Y/N)."
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"Join me for lunch?"
Tim stood in front of your computer, coat on and ready to face the cool Gotham air. His hair was tousled since the last time you saw him and you were sure that he was stressed out. He watched you peer up at him from your screen. It wasn't uncommon for him to ask you to join him for lunch. For the longest time you thought it was just because he didn't want to be alone, not because he wanted you.
"How can I say no to a smile like that?" you shrugged. Tim rolled his eyes and proceeded to grab your coat off the hook for you. He held it out, making it easy to just slip your arms in. He hooked his arm into his coat pocket, waiting for you to loop yours around him. The two of you walked side by side towards the elevator.
Tim looked over at you as the elevator door closed. A sly smile was on his face and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head in that moment. He turned to face you completely, causing you to drop your arm from him. You were taken aback to see him reach up to your face.
The tips of his fingers were rough against you skin. His hands were callused as if he had lived a life of labor three times over. Though it was shocking, his warmth was welcomed. He glided up along side your jaw, pausing for a moment as his palm cupped your cheek completely. Whatever had gotten over him in this moment had you frozen in shock.
Your flirtatious relationship had never been left to something like this. Tim was never forward about his desire for you - though it was there he never did anything about it. His conversation with Dick the other day left him unnerved. His brother was right - what if you had gotten whisked away from him before he even got the chance to do something about it.
He was scared to meet your gaze. His bold move suddenly feeling too much, too unexpected. There was no sign, no reason behind his sudden need to hold you. It left you bewildered, but needing more. Needing his burning hand to be on more of your bare skin and his lips on yours.
Tim felt himself succumbing to his desires. He felt himself leaning into you. Mostly, he felt himself needing to spill his heart out to you.
Instead, he heard the loud ding of the elevator and the treacherous sound of the doors opening. You peeled away from him before whoever was entering the elevator could see what was happening - what was about to happen. Tim's eyes fell in defeat, he sighed before putting on a fake smile for those who joined the two of you.
He sparked conversation with his employees, talking as if nothing had happened. You on the other hand, couldn't stop feeling the fire along your skin where he had touched you.
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Tim's subtle touches became problematic.
He often pressed his hand into your waist if he was passing behind you or leading you through an known area with a reassuring hand at the small of your back. Catching you at the wrist if you weren't paying attention where you were going and stopping you from hitting something or someone. Arms brushing as you stood so close to one another.
He had always done those movements since the time you worked with him. His touches that always made you feel comforted, his touches that left you wanting more. Those same touches left a burning print on your skin and consumed your body for the rest of the day. You couldn't get him out of your mind, not after that almost kiss.
It was why you were avoiding him. Impossible to do with your job as his secretary, but you did your best. Tim shouldn't have this big of an affect on you - he was your boss he wasn't allowed to. At least, he wasn't supposed to.
A fat stack of files sat on your desk. They were supposed to be brought into Tim and yet they had remained there all morning. Of course at some point you would need to bring them to him - but the part of you still hoped that they would magically move themselves. After staring at the stack for another moment, you let out a sigh and picked them up.
The walk to his door seemed shorter than normal. It wasn't enough time to collect your thoughts or figure out what you wanted to say to him. Tim hadn't said anything since your moment alone together and as badly as you wanted to forget the whole thing, you were dying to know what the hell was going through his head.
You knocked once before hearing his voice. Tim was furiously typing at his computer, concentrated on whatever the hell he was doing. He stopped immediately upon looking at you, a faint smile gracing his face.
"Papers, nothing to get excited about," You gestured to the pile in your hands. They were placed on the corner of his desk but before you could turn away and back to the safety of your own desk, his hand was placed over yours. Heat trailed up your skin from his touch, igniting your veins with a fire that you hated to welcome.
"You should know by now that I always get excited to see you." Of course you did. It was impossible not to see how evidently his face lit up around you, how he gained a small bounce to his step when he was at your side. The nervous tic of always pushing his already gelled hair from his face.
He gained a lot of habits because of you, and he was the only one that didn't seem to notice them. You retracted your hand suddenly, causing Tim to jolt at your movement. "I've got work to do, Mr. Drake."
You didn't. He knew that, you knew that. It wasn't hard for him to pick up on the idea that you were hesitant to be with him after that almost kiss. The only issue, was that he was unsure if it was you feared the feelings he had, or genuinely wasn't interested. He wouldn't know unless you admitted it.
You paused before turning back to the door. The question you so desperately wanted to ask right on the tip of your tongue, yet struggling to come out. Tim's eyes were glued on your fingers tapping along your arm. He could easily tell that you were in deep thought.
"Tim..." you finally spit out. No Mr. Drake. No Mr. Wayne. Just Tim. He met your eyes, hope running through him. "Never mind, I'll see you in the meeting later this afternoon."
Tim jumped up from his desk. Before you could even take a step towards his door, he was blocking it from you. His chest heaved up and down with anticipation, with hope and desire.
A small, faint bruise laid against his jaw. Faint enough that you couldn't notice it unless you were as close as you were. Your fingers trailed along the mark without even noticing that you were doing it. Tim grabbed you hand, pressing it flat against his cheek. Your touch left an electric tail down his body.
"What were you going to ask me?" He whispered.
"The elevator..." You trailed off as his gaze flickered to your lips. Tim didn't need to hear anymore, he knew the rest of your question. He also knew words didn't seem sufficient enough to give you a real answer. He leaned into you, slow enough that if felt as if time itself had slowed.
Tim's lips brushed against yours. He was hesitant this time, worried that you would react badly. It wasn't until your hold on his cheek moved to the back of his neck and pulled him close. Weeks, months you had been dreaming of this moment. His lips just as soft as they always looked to be.
As wrong at this moment felt, you couldn't deny how it was too perfect. Tim's hands like fire against you, his lips molding to yours perfectly. His slow movements were only reeling you in for more, to be dragged into his hold forever. As badly as you wanted this forever, it couldn't. This couldn't.
He felt his breathing catching in his throat as you pulled away from him suddenly. His body cold without you flush against him. Defeat filled him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Drake," You stood my the door. A shake stayed in your hand as you reached for the door handle. Refusing to meet his eyes, the posture you held - it was easy for him to see that this wasn't embarrassment or regret, it was the wish for this to be an occurrence but feeling like you couldn't.
Tim had laid his cards on the table, he expressed how he felt for you, just like Dick suggested. He had done everything in his power to keep you close and it seemed that his acts only pushed you away further.
"I'm sorry, I have work to do."
