BTR released Paralyzed on spotify and I automatically thought about Tim Drake with this song.
The thing Tim Drake liked the most in his life was being with you, even if it was in his room, in silence while each of you worked in your own little worlds. However, he liked it even more when you were in a good mood. And today, you are in a good mood.
The song is blasting through the speakers, he is sitting in his bed watching you dance your heart out. He can’t help it but smile, you look adorable in your favorite clothes, singing and dancing, showering him in your good mood. He can’t remember the last time he saw you so carefree, all your responsibilities have been crushing you in the last few months and seeing you like this makes him want to hug you and never let you go again into the cruelties of the world alone. He can’t watch you get crushed.
You look at him in the middle of your little buble and he feels like he is actually paralyzed but your beauty and happiness. He is tongue-tied, Tim Drake was never tongue-tied before, but here you are making the impossible possible.
“Timmy! Let 's dance!” you call, your eyes shining like the stars in the darkest night. He giggles, like a fourteen year old all over again.
“I am not a dancer, sweetie” you frown, but your eyes never stop shining, Tim smirks. “But I am happy just watching you”
You whine a little, walking his way and hold his warm hands on yours. You want to dance with Timmy, so you're gonna make a scene.
“But I want to dance with you” you pout, trying to get into his feelings about dancing for a little while. He knows what you are trying to do, you have done this a million times before but he can’t help but fall for your tricks.
Tim can feel his heart softening as you look at him with your sparkling eyes and that pout in your lips. He sighs, knowing this is a lost battle against your sweet voice.
“Just one song, Timmy” you ask again,honey dripping from your voice and he gives in, smiling as he stands up.
“One song, sweetie” he says, even though he knows it won’t be only one song as you drag him to the middle of the room. But it's you and he needs a break anyways so he is happy to indulge in your antics once again.
You have him in the palm of your hand, wrapped around your pinky finger. You got him paralyzed and mesmerized, he knows that. Tim Drake is at your mercy, and he doesn't mind, because he knows you would never hurt him.
So he dances with you all night long, until you both are tired and with aching muscles, falling into the bed to sleep the weeknd away
