Ok, Kon lifting Tim like all the other supers bc monkey see, monkey do, but Tim is Smart so he gets Kon to use TTK on him so it looks like Tim is flying too.
A Tim Drake × Reader Pairing (CEO Tim fake dating reader)
A holiday gala, a slow dance that lingers, and a shared drink that feels dangerously intimate. When Gotham’s society pages take notice, what was meant to be nothing more than proximity starts to look like something steadier — and far more tempting. Neither of you intended to be seen like this… but the city is already watching.
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The Wayne Enterprises Christmas party is not designed for warmth.
It’s designed for reassurance.
White lights drape the atrium in careful symmetry. Evergreen arrangements soften the edges of steel and glass. A string quartet plays something recognizable but unobtrusive — culture without demand.
Money behaves itself here.
Tim moves through the room with practiced ease, greeting donors, answering questions, absorbing commentary that pretends not to be evaluative.
He’s aware of eyes on him. He always is.
What he’s not prepared for is how quickly those eyes shift when you arrive.
You don’t make an entrance. You never do. You simply appear — coat checked, posture composed, presence registering like a familiar chord struck again.
Tim spots you across the room and feels the subtle click of alignment.
Relief is an inconvenient emotion.
“You didn’t have to come,” he says when he reaches you, voice low enough to stay private.
“I know,” you reply. “I wanted to.”
That lands harder than it should.
The evening unfolds around you.
You move together easily — not because you planned to, but because it’s efficient. You intercept questions he doesn’t need to answer. He redirects conversations before they turn sharp. Between donors and board members, you exchange brief, murmured debriefs.
“This one’s fishing.”
“Noted.”
“Careful with that offer.”
“Already declined.”
It feels… natural.
At some point, the music shifts. Slower. Warmer. Less ceremonial.
Tim glances toward the dance floor, then back to you.
“You don’t have to,” he says again.
“I know.”
You step onto the floor anyway.
It’s not dramatic. No pause. No audience hush. Just two people moving together in the space available to them. His hand rests at your back — steady, respectful. Yours settles at his shoulder, light and deliberate.
People notice.
They don’t stare.
It reads as appropriate. Comfortable. Reassuring.
Later, you’re standing at the bar, sharing a drink because it’s easier than shouting over the music. Your laughter is quiet. His smile is softer than it’s been all night.
It feels like a moment stolen rather than staged.
You don’t see the camera.
You don’t see the way the scene frames itself: close enough to suggest intimacy, distant enough to invite interpretation.
But Gotham does.
—
The photograph runs two days later.
Not loudly. Not on the front page. Just enough to settle.
Wayne Heir Spotted at Holiday Event with Elegant Companion — A Season of Stability?
The language is kind.
Tim reads it between meetings.
By afternoon, the subtext has arrived.
A donor thanks him for “setting a good example.”
A board member remarks on how “grounded” he seems lately.
No one asks questions.
They don’t need to.
—
You see it that evening.
Your phone buzzes while you’re halfway through reheating leftovers.
Your mother’s message is brief.
📱 This is… encouraging.
Encouraging. Eye roll.
Another text follows, this time from an Aunt.
📱 People feel better when things look settled.
You set the phone down and stare at the counter for a long moment.
—
You don’t text Tim right away.
Neither of you does.
When you finally do, it’s careful.
📱 You: I think the city has decided something on our behalf.
Three dots. Pause. Then:
📱 Tim: It appears so.
📱 You: Are you alright?
A longer pause this time.
📱 Tim: It’s… efficient.
You close your eyes.
📱 You: I’m sorry.
📱 Tim: Don’t be. No one’s said anything unkind.
That might be the most unsettling part.
📱 You: My family seems… relieved.
📱 Tim: So does my board.
Silence stretches — full, not empty.
Neither of you names what’s forming in the space between the words.
But the shape is there now.
Waiting.
Neither of you suggests anything yet.
But the problem has been identified.
And both of you are very good at solving problems.
The main reason I'm making this post is because I look really hot in the picture. The other is that I am extremely proud of myself for arriving to a place where I am comfortable enough in both my skin and my non-binary identity to be a total thot!
Of course part of the reason I'm so comfortable in proclaiming that I am non-binary on this hellsite is because I look androgynous. This makes my trans-ness more believable. Which is a problem.
GNC folx don't need to look a certain way to be valid. So here's me- STILL non-binary. But very femme
