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outlines of a day after school ch. 1 (tim drake x reader)

So far, junior year wasn’t extremely difficult. It's only the third week in, but you aren’t too worried about it. Your classes are good, you have no bad teachers, and you have a solid group of friends.

Great!

You and Tim became good friends last year. because you shared the same math and English classes. You didn’t always end up sitting next to each other, but you two always found a way to talk or do projects together.

He especially appreciated your help in analyzing texts in English.

And his help with anything math-related was greatly appreciated by you.

It became a habit to go to his giant house after school for a few hours to study or hang out and talk.

Sometimes his brothers would pick you up, other times Alfred would. Damian always came with you two, him being at the same school and all. You used to sit in the back seat with Damian while Tim sat in front of you, but ever since the new year started, Damian has decided to take over the passenger seat and let you and Tim converse in the back. Good choice, Dami.

Today wasn’t much different.

“How long can you stay today?” Tim leaned up against the school gate holding both his backpack straps.

“Probably until like 5, if that’s ok.” You said as you turned to look for Damian.

“For sure! Any homework?”

“Not really... I don’t feel like I need to study for math, I guess I’ll just read for a while.” You shrugged.

“Sounds nice. I have some math and programming to get done, but after that, I can go to the library with you if you want.”

“You want to drive all the way back to the library?”

“What? Oh, no!” He laughed, “No, we have one. It’s not huge, but Bruce has a shit-ton of books in there. I’m sure there are at least five copies of whatever it is you’re reading.”

“My god, you have everything, don’t you?” You rolled your eyes and smiled, seeing Damian walk towards you guys. “And yeah, that sounds good. How long will the other stuff take?”

“Less than an hour, definitely.” He sighed, estimating in his head.

“Get me out of this hell-hole.” Damian walked right past you two and straight towards the pick-up lane.

You and Tim looked at each other and followed him.

“Drake, where’s the car?” Damian stopped at the curb, impatiently looking around.

“Dunno, who’s picking us up?”

“I never got a text or-” A horn cut Damian off. Parked across the street in a mini-van (a nice one) was Jason.

“No, no, god no. Please no, not today!” Tim stared straight ahead as Damian groaned and threw his head back.

“Will you guys hurry the hell up? I’m not getting any younger!” Jason leaned out the driver’s side window and threw his hand up.

Silently, you followed them to the car, laughing under your breath. To be honest, you were a bit excited to finally meet the infamous Jason. You had heard short stories about him when Tim and Damian would complain to each other.

Tim opened the door for you and you slid to the far side of the back seat, he sat down after you and closed the door.

“Who’s the lady?” Jason turned and smiled at you.

“I’m (Y/N), Tim’s friend.” You smiled back.

“How long will you be staying, (Y/N)?” Jason turned back around and started the car.

“Probably until 5 or so, I think.” Tim nodded at your response.

“Ok, ok. So, what are you kids gonna do?” Jason looked at yours and Tim’s reflection in the rearview mirror, but you were too distracted by Tim showing you a picture to answer, and he was too distracted to hear.

So Damian answered for you two!

“They said they’re going to read in the library. So maybe they’ll actually have sex this time instead of beating around the bush.” He said nonchalantly.

Tim heard but didn’t react because you didn't hear Damian’s comment and instead just laughed at whatever Tim was showing you.

“Haha, nice one, Damian! I didn’t know you could joke.”

“And I didn’t know you could drive a car without speeding or crashing but it looks like we learn new things every day.”

---

After getting home, you went to Tim’s room and sat on his bed while he typed away at his desktop. You were reading and listening to his fingers hitting the keys, looking around the room. You were trying to see what kind of a person he was. Actually, you rarely went to his room. Usually, you two would sit in the living room, but for some reason, he didn’t want to today.

His room wasn’t the cleanest, but it wasn’t terrible. He had dirty mugs on the window sills and tables, and a few on the floor too.

“Do you like coffee?” Your comment surprised him and he jolted a bit but didn’t turn around.

“Um, yes. Why do you ask?”

“Just ‘cause you have coffee mugs everywhere,” you laughed a little. “so that's why you always have so much energy.”

Tim laughed too. “That’s what you think. I’m tired whenever I’m not around you.” He didn’t realize what he’d said and just went on coding. He didn’t think he’d said it out loud.

“I tire you out, is that what you mean?” You sat up and hid a smile.

“What?”

“What you just said: you said you’re tired if you’re not with me. So do I tire you out?”

“I said that?”

“Yes!”

“Oh...uh...I mean, yeah, but not ‘cause you tire me out. I just always have energy when I’m... around you... I guess...” He just turned his head to the side, still not swiveling all the way around.

You moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “I think I feel like that too.”

Tim choked on his spit and coughed. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Damian peeked his head in, scanning the scene.

“...Father wants to talk to you about dinner tonight and whether or not you will be helping.”

“I..” he looked at you and then back at Damian. “Tell him I have homework and reports to finish and that I can make up for it tomorrow and Friday night.”

Damian sighed and closed the door.

“You help make dinner?”

“No, it's not... well... yes. Sometimes.” He winced at himself spreading the lie.

You laughed to yourself.

---

“I think I’m done here if you wanna go to the library. We still have like an hour or so.”

“Ok!” You hopped off of the bed, stopping before you got to the door. “Can I borrow a jacket?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna grab one too actually, it gets cold in there.” He got you a clean sweatshirt form his closet and picked up one for himself off the floor.

He led you through the halls and up two flights of stairs until you got to two double doors. One was propped open. Tim poked his head in and opened the door the rest of the way, motioning for you to come in.

“Hey, Bruce.” Tim’s adopted father was standing on a ladder with two other books in his arms, trying to find a third.

“Hey, kid. Who’s this?”

“Hi, Mr. Wayne! I’m (Y/N), I go to school with Tim.”

“I’ve heard lots about you, (Y/N). Tim certainly won’t stop talking about you. I’ll be out of the way in a minute, I just need to grab one more thing.” He shuffled around a bit more before finally climbing down the ladder. “You kids have fun!” He said as he closed the door.

“Stooooooooop!” Tim yelled as he left the room. “Sorry, he thinks he’s cool.” “It’s funny! Don’t be sorry, it’s nice that he’s here. I think that’s the first time I’ve met him.”

“He’s here when he can be, but he’s busy.” Tim moved a blanket and sat down on a sofa near the window.

You sat down next to him, throwing your legs across his lap and laying down. He smiled at you and opened his book, one of your recommendations that he ended up using for his English class. It was a short book by Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night. It was a story about an American spy in Nazi Germany during WWII, Howard J. Campbell. His issue was that there was absolutely no evidence to prove he was a spy during his trial for his crimes against humanity. Tim found it fascinating.

He paused to discuss his thoughts with you every few minutes, as you had read it twice already and was the one who recommended to him in the first place. You decided to read it for the third time along with him.

“His moral dilemma is interesting...” Tim mumbled.

“Mmhm.” You continued reading.

“He doesn’t have a home. He doesn’t know who he is.”

“He doesn’t have anything to live for,” you confirmed. “It’s sad.”

He took his eyes away from the page and looked out into nothingness, getting lost in his own thoughts.

“Do you ever feel like that?”

“Like what? Sad, you mean?” You put the book on your stomach and looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“Not exactly. Like you don’t belong anywhere. See, because there is no evidence to prove he belongs anywhere, now he feels he doesn’t belong anywhere. He lets other people tell him where he’s supposed to be, and in doing so, he got all lost in the middle of it. He let it affect his own view of himself. Lost with no way to get out.”

“Oh, he gets out of it. Just not in the way an optimistic person may have hoped,” you mumbled and dodged the difficult points of his question.

“But do you know what I mean?” He looked at you.

“Yeah. I think so.” You looked at him with understanding.

You couldn’t help but wonder what two places he was stuck between.