Synopsis: A collection of moments with Best Friend!Damian Wayne, who obviously wants more than just friendship.
Disclaimer: Possessive Dams, reader gets tipsy, he wants you soooo bad he’s going insane. A little suggestive but nothing explicit.
Author's Note: i felt like that one freaky sonic devious lick meme while writing this. i enjoy writing these headcanons because it grants me more liberty to hop around events (as you'll see below), but it's difficult to define the point where it gets a bit distracting. i hope these scenes are strung together in a way that makes sense. always open to constructive criticism!
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when he kept a sketchbook that slowly became a shrine to you and only you, which he guarded with more fervor than he guarded state secrets. At first, he rationalized the sketches by telling himself that it was normal to practice on his friends– that you were a muse in the same way Jon and Titus were.
Though, he knew he was deluding himself when he flipped through the pages and saw that you had begun to dominate the sketchbook, leaving no room for anyone else. Eventually, he had to start a separate– thicker– sketchbook just for you, his secret museum. He captured everything: the way your lips curled into a smile while reading your favorite book, the softness of your stomach poking out while you laid down scrolling on your phone, the slight hunch of your shoulders when you focused on your laptop, documenting your warmth as if trying to capture the sun itself.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when he thought about how to ask for your location in the most non-revealing, least creepy way possible. He spent days agonizing over how to ask for your location, suppressing every instinct in his gut that screamed at him to simply demand it "strictly for security protocols.” He knew Gotham was dangerous, and you were a civilian, so the thought of you being hurt while he was unaware was enough to drive him insane. Yet he stayed silent, terrified that asking would make you uncomfortable or reveal the depth of his paranoia, because you and he were just friends.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when he got frustrated that he could face Gotham’s worst but was too terrified to just ask for your location. So, when you asked for his location one day to ensure you could meet up for a study session on time, he shared it instantly and without question. And when the study session ended and you didn’t turn yours off? He stared at the screen with a dizzying rush of relief. You didn’t know that afterward, whenever he was patrolling rooftops or sitting in boring lectures, he would stare at his phone and watch your little icon, whether it was idle or moving. He felt a possessive thrill knowing that you checked his location (it didn’t matter how he knew, only that he did) and it was that mutual secret, the invisible tether keeping you connected that drove him quietly mad. You occasionally wondered if there was a correlation between Robin’s presence increasing in your area ever since you started sharing your location, but you dismissed it. You also dismissed your curiosity as to why Damian turned his location off at night, but who were you to ask?
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when he almost snapped his pencil when you told him, so nonchalantly, that you wanted to be in a relationship. The twist in his gut when you said, “I want someone who just gets me, like you! But y’know… romantic.” It took every ounce of his self-control not to grab your shoulders and shout, “I’m right here!!”
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when you mentioned having a date on Friday evening, completely unaware of the fact that he assumed the night belonged to him by default. “Who forced you to go?” he asked with reproach and denial. But when you clarified that it wasn’t forced, and that it was a kind student from your class who asked you out, he felt his fist tighten, turning his knuckles white. He went unnervingly quiet, wearing an expression usually reserved for the frustratingly oblivious and obtuse. You had asked if the outfit was cute, if your makeup was okay, which necklace you should wear, each question stripping his dignity and patience. When you finally left the room to himself, he was trembling with anger. That night, he took his rage out on the city, harsher on the petty crime around campus, haunted by the possibility of being too slow, too late. He was losing control, and he knew it was a matter of time before he did something reckless enough to ruin everything. After patrolling the area for the tenth time, he returned to his dorm, defeated.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when the date was a “flop.” You came back earlier than expected and, to your shock, found him nursing split knuckles. You wondered if this was his reaction to your date, but you didn’t ask. After all, he’s just a friend and Damian’s the last person who’d care, right? You sat cross-legged on his floor with the first aid kit between you, silent as you cleaned his wounds. You swore that the moment you told him the date was a “total flop,” a heavy sigh escaped him, fluttering the hair falling over his eyes. He watched you wrap his hand with a terrifyingly gentle gaze, realizing in that moment he could not bear to have you leave him for someone else. He needed you to touch him, to care for him, and only him.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when he ended up at a frat party he swore he would never attend, solely because he knew you were going. He cut through the sweaty, crowded room, ignoring the half-hearted introductions and lingering looks from others until he reached you. He didn’t care about the strobe lights slicing through the gloom with disorienting flashes, or how this party had an obvious theme that he was not partaking in. All of the distractions faded into the background, his vision tunneling only for you. When you turned and spotted him, your eyes widening with genuine surprise and joy, he felt the air return to his lungs, though he instantly noticed the way your words slurred as you called his name.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when he clutched your waist with a grip that was far too intimate and intentional for a “best friend.” The bass was thumping in his chest, the blinding lights were dizzying, and the room burned his nose with the smell of cheap vodka, but he refused to let go. He was terrified of letting you loose in this cesspool of hormones and poor decisions. His thumb rubbed slow, possessive circles into the fabric of your shirt, thinking you wouldn’t feel it– but you did. Is this what best friends do? You asked yourself, noting the way he looked down into your eyes with a ravenous hunger that made your breath hitch. But perhaps that was just the alcohol talking.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when the title was never his choice to begin with. You’d introduced him as your “best friend” to someone in passing, so casually, so certainly, as if it were an indisputable fact. He froze, letting the words land on him. He should have corrected you, should have said something, but he told himself that arguing over semantics was beneath him and that the label didn’t matter. Truthfully, he was terrified that if he objected, you’d pull away. After all, you said it with such conviction that it had to be the truth. So he let it stand, let himself be filed away into that safe category, even when he wanted so much more.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when the confession nearly slipped from his tongue. The words “best friend” started to sound more like venom, and he despised it. You were in the middle of the argument– you couldn’t remember the origin, but you knew it started because Damian wouldn’t let you in, and you were trying to bridge the gap. When you insisted that he was your “best friend,” trying to comfort him the way one calms a stray animal afraid of the very affection it craves, it pushed him over the edge. He crowded into your space, his eyes wild and desperate. He wanted to shake you and shout I love you, but he bit his tongue so hard that he drew blood, keeping the secret sealed behind his teeth. “You are destroying me,” he shot back, voice cracking. “And I don’t know how much longer I can pretend.” He looked at you like he was waiting for you to understand, desperately hoping that you would, but terrified that you might.
Best Friend!Damian Wayne when his hand found your wrist, thumb pressing against your racing pulse, and for one suspended moment, you thought he might finally say it. Instead, he hung his head low, surrendering to the silence that felt nothing like a friendship and everything like a confession. “Don’t call me that again,” he whispered, though you didn’t ask what he meant. You didn’t need to.
can I ask for tim drake x touch starved reader? i just want him to pet me and play with my hair 😭😭 love ur fics !! u genuinely seem sooo nice / gen , take care <333
ᰍ tim (who is also touch starved) slowly introduces you to physical touch.
cw ⋆ gn!reader, all fluff, very fluffy, soft!tim, consensual touching, hugging, kissing.
tim is definitely touch starved too, though i think he’d be so caught up in detective / crime work he’d forget he even wants a hug or kiss or something akin to that.
he’ll notice you’re touch starved early on. jumping when he touches your back, blushing when he kisses your temple, or clamming up when he hugs you.
he doesn’t make a spectacle out of realizing this either. he’ll quietly notice and then decide to gently fix this. you deserve love, in his eyes.
he’ll find you busy with your hobby or work or whatever it is you’re doing, come up behind you and slowly snake his arms around your waist.
there it is again. you tensed up.
his breath hits the side of your neck, his touch steady. he’s not annoyed or frustrated, just patient with you.
“are you… okay with this?” now he’s blushing.
“yeah! yeah… this is… nice.”
which it is. is it overwhelming to be loved on so often? sure, but not necessarily in a bad way.
“‘kay,” he sighs, tightening his hold around you slightly, cheek resting against your head. “this is okay?”
he feels you nod against him. he takes that as his okay to kiss your forehead, hand cradling the side of your head.
A/n: I have Dicks alphabet almost done in drafts but this one was the one I had most for like send me some nsfw hcs bc I'm blanking out Soo bad y'all
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Damian is on pure autopilot, he's petting you, bringing you closer to his body to cuddle. All he can do is sing your praises and let you know he loves you. He knows he can be really intense so he likes to focus on providing you relief if you need it.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Damian is sorta sappy but he really loves your hands. Holding them? Wrapped around him? Doing other things ?? Yeah he's a big fan.
On the other hand he doesn't have a favorite body part for himself. Perhaps his nose because you can tell where he's from (and he knows you like it when he eats you out) but other than that he doesn't really think of it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Tummy! He hates anything that would give a pregnancy scare or something and he also just loves the way his cum looks over your body. He loves someone who's soft, tummy roll for the win so this is just an extra gift for him.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves sex way more than he leads on. Oh this and that about unneeded earthly wants and pleasures, how he's above it at the end of the day but he's always the first one, Always to suggest you two leave and event early for alone time. Give him that one look and he's ushering you two to a secluded area. He's so smug and unapologetic about it during it, afterwards he’ll deny he's not a dog. I think he's definitely the type to lowkey schedule sex, like at the end of every date it's like a checklist for him, talk wine dine, then Dine.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Absolutely none. Like I really don't have to explain, it's not that this man doesn't get bitches he doesn't want bitches !
Damian totally hits me as a swan with mating for life deal. As for knowing what they're doing ? First few times not really minus the things he's read in books, but overtime he learns the ins and outs of your body and exactly how to get you off and leave you begging for more.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy or prone, he loves how dominating it feels and he loves the access it gives to play with your ass and boobs. By the way he's a total boob guy, again he denied it, but he loves someone with a rack sorry i don't the rules
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Damian is Soo serious during sex, all he wants to do is make sure you feel good and sex is such an intimate and vulnerable thing, it's not something he does on a whim or with anyone so he's pretty devoted to making your sex match how passionate his feelings are.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
okay this one I totally go back and forth on. I think his view on this would be dictated by his upbringing and environmental factors and I'm left with was Ras Al Ghul a misogynistic man? Or was Talia a total “I women this is natural” I'm just trying to think culturally n stuff like that but I might be over thinking Soo
Damian keeps himself natural. He sees no need in doing anything and therefore really isn't going to raise an eyebrow either way. Dare I say? He likes his partners to look like adults? Loves a bush ? Like unironically it might be something he fantasizes a bit probably.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Damian does not have sex if he does not love the person he's doing it with. I genuinely think Damian is probably the most romantic of the brothers, he's so dedicated to making sure you look at him with those pretty teary eyes. His body can be practically glued to your body and he's still tell you he'd crave to be inside it. He's not cheesy as much as he's intense. The things he says and the way he says it makes your stomach flip and head light. Seriously he says things you think can only be written in religious text.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
It's one of those things he absolutely should have been doing way before for multiple reasons but he's not one for masturbation at all. Things like porn, videos or pictures dont do anything for him and he'd rather actually be doing those things than thinking of doing those things.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I think about this so much because I think if you'd ask him he just wouldn't answer, like he'd say he probably never thought about it or it isn't important to him but he does ! He does !!
Overstim specifically. I don't think he enjoys causing harm but he loves the way you twist and cry when he doesn't stop. He loves the feeling of pushing you to your limits and then some. Im trying not to be that fan and write Damian as this hard dom but I absolutely think Damian is a dom and you'll fall into that type of relationship before you blink an eye. (I would love to write out more dom Damian lowkey)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
A beautiful private space. It doesn't necessarily need to be a bedroom because I imagine he has definitely fantasized about taking you in the manors library. He needs something intimate and quiet, somewhere he can focus on you completely.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He loves when you talk smart. Or when you talk about something you really love and he doesn't understand until you explain it. I totally imagine a reader who's this inventor or engineer or other smart individual and he stops listening half way through only thing playing in his head is Blah Blah Blah place ,name backstory stuff
Notorious or shutting you up with a kiss that eventually leads to a pretty heated make out session.
You in any of his spaces. I think that sounds weird but the thought of coming home and YOU'RE in HIS bed ??? Light headed from the blood rushing to his dick.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I can't particularly think of a lot. He definitely won't share for sure. Don't even joke about it or entertain it he is entirely too possessive for it. Most bdsm imagery too I don't think he'd particularly like either. I think he'd be super upfront with what is a yes or no (again further my dom Damian theory)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
I know some people write that he doesn't like/prefer head but I told y'all Damian is a goddam lover. Genuinely foreplay for him. He loves nothing more than being able to eat you out and also finger you at the same time too.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Usuallyyy sensual. My man is a lover. Yes hes going to fuck your brains out but he's going to make you feel cared for and safe. I also think if he's in a bad mood, bad place mentally, and he needs to let out pent up energy or stress he's definitely a bit more frantic and rougher but he's always so careful to never actually hurt you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes and no? Typically no he thinks it's too messy and frankly he needs more time to experience anything intimate. But a moment of passion or a heated argument ? He's instantly on top of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Not anything he can't undo. I really don't think he really likes fixing things often or reoccuringly, like constantly having to buy you plan b. He would hate anything public because one that's indecent and two why would he want anyone to hear or see you like that. Knives or sharp objects ? Maybe but I think he'd literally die than use a sentimental blade or something to be used in sex.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Dare I say. The best stamina. He's a test tube baby + been training since he came out that tube he's built differently.
I think he could go in for a very long time, (the honeymoon was actually crazy)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Probably not he's too old(™) for that
But if you suggested it sure. Simply to test the theory.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
On a regular day? Probably never. On a bad day ? A day you're teasing or getting on his nerves? He'll play with you for as long as he can before you start crying and begging him to actually touch you. He's a total brat tamer if you let him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's on the quieter side, he's not one to grunt or whine but he'll give you that delicious sigh and pretty pretty moan when you roll your hips a specific way. He loves when your vocal too. Maybe not screaming and yelling but he loves to hear confirmation what he is doing is working.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Adult Damian Wayne definitely be a packer y'all. Definitely around 6” and thick. He's his daddy's son 😔 them genes big.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Controversial but imma say above average definitely but he could not care less about that because he literally loves you, why would he not want to make love to you? He's not some dog, he was raised with manners, but when you look at him with those eyes and tilt your head that specific way? It's very hard to not immediately drag you away to a private place.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not immediately, I think it might take him awhile. He really loves basking in the after glow of sex. I imagine he loves when you two hold each other and he's able to stroke your hair and admire the silence. Oh and if you're chatty after sex ? He loves it too. He won't say much but he's listening intently, thinking the entire time how beautiful you are as he traces your face to your body. I think Damian is one of those people who view sleep as a waste of time so he tries to present the entire time even if you do happen to fall asleep after.
it was supposed to be a meet cute. it was supposed to be easy. it was supposed to be Kori. it was supposed to, supposedtosupposedtosupposedto-
you're beautiful.
everyone always tells Dick not to stare directly at the sun. it's too bad he can't stop himself.
[inspired by One Tree Hill]
Warnings: implied depression, nudity but no smut, daddy issues
Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI
This was posted originally on Oct 16th, 2023 on @headquarters90 during a depressive episode I was going through
divider: @pixopix
Emerald | Masterlist
Releasing a sigh, you rubbed the heel of your palm against your forehead before bringing it down to rub at your eye. You can feel your tiredness sink into you and yet you knew that chances of sleep was slim.
“Beloved?”
Hearing the soft voice, you found yourself turning your head in that direction, noticing the shadow that stood by your window.
“Hi,” you murmured softly, watching as the shadow came closer until the light could hit him and you noticed the concerned look on his face.
“Why are we up so late?” Damian asked softly, putting his weapon against the wall before coming to kneel before you. “Everything alright?”
“Tired,” you answered softly and he frowned softly, watching you before he stood, offering a hand.
“Come on, shower then.”
You lifted your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Tt. Come on, beloved.”
You stared at him and he heaved a sigh before leaning over and lifting you up, causing a squeak to leave you.
“What are you doing?” You questioned and he gave you a dull look.
“We’re going to shower, love,” he answered plainly as he made his way to the bathroom with you in his arms.
“But I don’t-”
“Y/N.”
Scrunching your nose, you nodded as he placed you on the counter before going about getting the shower ready.
Your eyes watched him before they flirted over him. Out of habit, and maybe to try to get out of the shower situation, your eyes searched for any indication for a wound. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’ve patched him up.
If he could, he preferred you to do it anyways.
But you couldn’t see any. So, unfortunately, you’ll have his undivided attention.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before, that wasn’t the issue. You…just didn’t want to focus on yourself right now and you knew that’s what will happen. Especially since he could always tell when you weren’t okay.
You honestly just wanted to lay in bed under the covers and hide away.
“My love?”
You found yourself blinking, your eyes lifted to meet his, and it was only then that you realized he was done getting the shower ready.
And that he had managed to undress in the meantime too.
“Let’s get you undressed, beloved,” he murmured, gently pulling you off the counter.
You allowed him to take your clothes off, silently enjoying the feelings of his hands against your skin.
“I don’t know why you try to put up a fight every time you feel this way,” he spoke softly as one of his hands rested against the side of her neck. “I know it’s not body image. We handled that already.”
“Just…want to hide away,” you admitted quietly, allowing him to lead you into the shower, “and a lot of work.”
“And yet you appreciate it every time,” Damian mused, wrapping his arms around your waist as you melted into him.
“Yeah, I know,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder.
The two of you stood like that for a bit before you felt him press a kiss against your temple as one of his arms reached out for something.
“Close your eyes and tilt your head back,” he ordered softly and you did just that, feeling the water run down your hair before he was tilted your head forward and hands began to massage shampoo into your hair.
He was careful not to get soap in your eyes as he rinsed it out before doing the same thing with conditioner.
Damian was careful and slow when it came to washing your body and it made you give a small smile.
“What about you?” You questioned softly as he reached to turn off the shower. “You just got back from patrol.”
“I’ll worry about myself later,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You being okay is more important right now.”
“Imagine what your brothers would say if they saw you now,” you teased softly, earning a chuckle from him.
“Feeling somewhat better then?” He asked, wrapping a towel around his waist before wrapping one around you.
“A little bit,” you answered, walking out of the bathroom. Stumbling a bit when he gently pushed you towards the bed, you scowled to yourself before taking a seat on said bed, your eyes tracking him as he shuffled through drawers.
He tossed a shirt onto the bed before he pulled on some sweats and you looked at the shirt, smiling softly at the sight of one of the few t-shirts he owned.
Removing the towel from yourself, you pulled the shirt on before moving to get under the covers. He joined you not soon after.
Pulling you into his chest, the two of you laid like that. His fingers gently trailed up and down your back, occasionally tracing some type of pattern or word, and his other hand held yours against his chest.
“Thank you,” you murmured softly, turning your head just enough to press a kiss against his chest.
“Of course, my beloved,” he pressed a kiss against your head, “I’m here whenever you need me,” he promised. “I love you.”
You looked at him innocently. Eyes wide in anticipation of his following words.
“I enjoy your competitive spirit. I truly do.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
How did you even get this thing? He had been keeping track of all your heists recently but never heard of you going to the zoo or anything.
Sometimes he wishes he agreed on Tim’s offer of 24/7 surveillance. Damn it. If only that didn’t mean his older brother got to see you in your bed/bathroom too.
“Get to the point, Wayne.”
“Maybe a panther is a bit too much?”
“You’re just jealous cause I’m spending more time with the better Damian.”
Thinking about when Tim got shot in the neck and then was back on the streets not even a week later. I saw the panels and just came up with this on the spot. If it reads poorly, I apologize. CW: angst/comfort?, mentions of gunshot wound, blood, lots of sobbing, portrayal of an emotional breakdown/spiral (based off my own so don’t criticize please), all around cringe, for the sake of simplicity Tim is 18 here and this is sfw
Your phone rang after you got off work and Barbara’s contact ID flashed on your screen. You answered with a cheerful greeting as you always did when she called and she greeted you back, but her voice was low and strained, like she was bracing for impact. You’ve talked to her enough times to know what that tone meant. Something happened. And she was preparing herself to deal with your crash out. She wasn’t wrong to do so and you didn’t blame her for it but a pit began to form in your stomach. That means something happened to him. You grip your phone so tight that you would break it if you weren’t human. “Babs,” You start, voice already shaking. Not wanting to ask but needing to. “Where’s Tim?”
It took you 10 minutes to get to the hospital. Barbara had already made her way down to the lobby and was waiting there when you ran in, eyes welling up with tears and demanding to know where Tim was. She lead you up to his room and your heart dropped to your stomach when you caught sight of the bandages around his neck. He was unconscious but you softly called his name as you walked up and carefully threaded your fingers through his hair. Babs filled you in on what had happened and you could only thank whatever gods existed (and the doctors) that Tim made it through and lived. He woke up sometime later to find you asleep in one of the chairs (you passed out from emotional exhaustion), resting your head against the bed and lacing his fingers with yours. He smiles and tightens his grip a bit, not wanting to wake you. Babs who was sitting on the opposite side, snaps a quick picture of the moment, hoping it would bring some levity when she showed it to you later.
You were pissed that Bruce never came to visit. Babs told you he brought Tim to the hospital and once he was sure Tim was stable, he left. You knew there was a situation and he probably needed to get back as soon as possible, but never coming back after the fact? How could he do that??? You would watch the news with Tim if a good show or movie wasn’t on (and because he didn’t like being out of the loop, despite Babs giving plenty of updates when she dropped by) and there’d almost always be a segment about Batman’s latest escapades. He clearly had time to patrol the streets at night and be his playboy self in the day but none at all to visit Tim, his Robin in the hospital? You weren’t close with Bruce like you were with the rest of the bats but you were cordial and respectful to each other. This was making you want to pull back on the respect part, But Tim begged you not to berate his mentor. You agreed, as to not put anymore stress on him during the healing process. But once he was better, words would be said.
A week later, Tim is already back in the suit and back on the street. You tried to be normal about it the first night but by the second, you’re already “kicking up a fuss” much to Tim’s dismay. “You just got out of the hospital, you’re supposed to be taking it easy!” You’re in the cave standing behind Tim, watching as he latches his belt and adjusts his mask, crossing your arms in annoyance and lightly digging your nails into them. He chuckles in response. “Bruce said something in a similar vein the other night. I’m perfectly fine and I already told you the doctor cleared me, so you don’t have to worry.” “The doctor doesn’t know you get into fist fights with maniacs every night! You should at least wait another week before going back out.” You gesture above the cave where the Manor is, voice slightly more raised. Bruce is already out on patrol and Alfred is upstairs prepping for dinner so it’s just the two of you down here. You think about Alfred and how he could probably help you convince Tim to stay home but if you left to grab him now, Tim would be gone before you made it to the kitchen. He scoffs, finishing the application of his domino mask. “That’s just time wasted. The city needs Batman and Robin.” He waves his hand and turns towards you, pointing at the emblem on his chest and emphasizing the ‘and’ in his statement as he walks past you towards the Batcomputer, checking some kind of file you don’t care to look at.“It’s not a mortal wound, I’m not bedridden so I’m fine.” You notice the fresh bandage on his neck as he walks past and cringe. The sound of your heartbeat is loud in your ears as he types away. He’s gonna leave any second. “But it was a mortal wound! Look Tim, I don’t care if the city needs you. Batman could call you for an impossibly urgent emergency right now and I’d still tell you to stay back.” You take a few steps closer, still behind him. “You need rest and you can’t help the city if you’re not taking care of yourself properly.” Tim sighs but throws in another chuckle to try and lighten the mood. “And that’s why you aren’t a vigilante.” “Tim…” You call out, fingers now digging into the bottom hem of your shirt. “It’s not as simple as that, you know? This is Gotham we’re talking about.” “Tim.” You try again, a little louder and you wish you didn’t feel the scratch in your throat already. “ Believe me, I wish it was easier. But-“ “TIM YOU ALMOST DIED!”
Your voice echoed through the cave before fading to uncomfortable silence, accompanied by the dripping of water and the flutter of bat wings. Tim stands impossibly still over the computer keyboard for a second before turning to look at you. Your face was molded in an expression of anger but your eyes hold fear and tears began to stream down your cheeks. Shit. “You almost- you almost died!” You were still shouting and even though your voice was already becoming grating to your own ears, you couldn’t help it. “You could’ve died…and you- you’re acting like it was no big deal!” Your body starts shaking and you wrap your arms around yourself, digging your nails into your arms again to try and ground yourself. Tim notices and grimaces but doesn’t say anything, not yet at least. Because he’s registering your speech and your body language. You were spiraling into a breakdown and he caused it. He knew you weren’t really playing around about his recovery (you were worse than Alfred in the regard at times) and he knew you were genuinely worried about him, but he had assumed that over the course of your relationship that the horrible and possibly life threatening injuries he’d received on a regular basis would become just as normalized for you as they were for him. He had assumed that you’d understand his very flawed reasoning and listen to his very flawed logic. It was probably one of the stupidest assumptions he’d ever made. And him refusing to take your concerns seriously had brought it to a head. “Do you have any idea- any kind of idea what it was like seeing you in that -sob- that hospital bed? Knowing what happened to you and- and playing that scenario in my head?” You try and fail to swallow down your sobs.
“Even though the doctors and -sob- and Babs said you were stable, I was terrified! I kept thinking about how much pain you must’ve -sob- been in and- and how much blood…oh god the-“ You paused for a second too long and Tim recognized the look in your eyes. Your mind was cycling through that horrible scenario again. “I was so -sob- so fucking terrified that something could still go wrong and you could die. And now, you just- just wanna brush it off like you got a scrape on the knee! You-!” Your breathing hitched as a sob got caught in the back of your throat and Tim finally moved. “You’re -sob- you’re an idiot! A reckless -sob- idiot!” You shut your eyes as fresh tears fall and you struggle to form a proper sentence. You suddenly feel arms being wrapped around you and pulling you into an embrace. Tim has one hand flat across the middle of your back and the other cradling the back of your head, holding you tight against his chest. “You didn’t -sob- I can’t-“ “Shhhh I know, I know.” He rubs circles into your back and lightly scratches your scalp, which helps in getting you to calm down. He’d fucked up. For being as smart as he is, he failed to see just how badly his injury affected you. While he was figuring out the fastest ways to get back in the field, you were stressing out about his recovery long term. Despite not being there to see the worst of it, your mind filled in the blanks. You were terrified…you were terrified for him. And he had either missed the signs or ignored it all together. Tim wasn’t really sure which it was but it was his fault either way and he had to fix it. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He whispered softly into your hair as you sobbed against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his torso and gripping his cape. “-sob- Please stay. Just -sob- just stay-“ Tim pulls back just enough to look at you, cradling your face in both of his hands and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “I’ll stay, I promise. I’ll stay.” His voice remained a soft whisper as he continued to ease you out of your spiral, eyes carefully observing you and making sure you were focusing on him. You nod once and lean back into his embrace, signaling for him to hold you a little longer. He happily obliged and your sobs slowly subsided.
Needless to say, Robin didn’t go on patrol that night. Infact, Robin wouldn’t be seen patroling until another week later.
I hope this was somewhat enjoyable to read. Goodnight❤️
