#t.drake

[sixpillarsofgenesis]

Does anyone else ever feel a lil uncomfy with how T.Drake gets treated in canon and fandom? Bc ngl, rn I'm feeling a lil discomfited by the amount of T.Drake slander.

[originalbatgirlx-blog]

Barbara was quite angrily wheeling through the halls of the hospital—at least she was doing that, even though she had threatened the orderly who had gotten her the chair with running around the halls with fresh stitches in her stomach. She didn’t want to stay in her bed, that much was for sure, knowing that she would go crazy staring at the white walls. She also knew that it was probably a bad idea to be straining herself so much so soon after getting shot, but she had to start looking into what happened. She had gotten shot, yes, but she wasn’t a victim. She was never going to let herself be the victim. Of course, in her anger and inexperience with a wheelchair, she ended up running over a lot of toes as she made her way around the hospital, and while she usually didn’t care, she realized after she had done it that she had run over Tim’s toes, too. She turned to face him. “Don’t tell me you’re here to drag me back to my room.”

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// Day 10 //

// Martian AU //

"Does anyone have eyes on Dupain-Cheng?" Someone shouted over the storm.

"She got hit by debris, Commander. And her breach alarm went off. If she's alive we won't find her in time. You should call it."

Diana hesitated, "Get to the MAV. I'll meet you there."

"Commander?"

"You heard me, Kent. Everyone in the MAV and if meets the tipping threshold, you launch without me. I'm going to look for Dupain-Cheng."

Jason scoffed, "No offence, Commander, but that's absolute bullshit. Marinette was my friend, too. But she's dead. And you will be, too, if you don't get in."

The team heard a sigh on the comms, before they felt the familiar vibration of someone climbing up the ladder.

Diana sat in her chair and fastened her seatbelt.

Clark looked at her apologetically, "I'm sorry, Commander, but you have to give me verbal confirmation before we launch."

"... Launch."

…..

Marinette woke up to an annoying beeping.

"Ugh. Why is my alarm so loud."

"Warning. Suit pressure dropping."

She groaned and rolled over only to be pinned down painfully by debris sticking out of her, "Not my alarm. Got it."

She pulled herself, with great effort to her feet and made her way to the Hab.

…..

'Sol 13 Log.

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng, sixth in command.

'So I'm fucked.

'I'm 132.6 kilometres from Earth, on a hostile planet, with no way home and a stab wound caused by the satellite dish. So I can't contact anyone either.

'Fortunately for me, they send dried rations instead of the fresh stuff, so rotten food won't be a problem. But the quantity will be.

'Let me do some maths. We were only meant to be here for a month, but to NASA that's basically two, so they sent up twice the amount just in case.

'I can stretch my calorie intake to the minimum 1200.

'A ration pack has about 900 calories so I only need to eat one and, like, a quarter, per day.

'Back to the maths, I had to take away thirteen days worth of rations for the amount of time we've been here, so I have about 52 days worth of food. That doesn't sound like a lot but that's for six people.

'I have 312 days worth of food. And that's without taking into account my 6/10 rationing. I have about 500 days worth of food. About two years.

'That sounds like a lot, I know it does. But even if I survive 500 days, the next Ares mission won't arrive for three years after that.

'So back to my starting argument. I'm fucked.'

…..

Marinette was going through her checklist, just to make sure her maths was right and, hopefully, underestimated.

She opened the final drawer and her eyes bugged out of her head.

"Holy shit."

…..

'I won't die here! I refuse.

'So it turned out NASA sent potatoes for Thanksgiving. Ironically, I feel very thankful for America's need to celebrate everything.

'The best thing about these beautiful vaccume packed potatoes? They're alive! Sure, they need bacteria to grow, bacteria that isn't native to Mars. But I have a literal shit dumpster!'

…..

For the next few days, Marinette's skills were put to the test as she made the Hab, suitable for plant life.

…..

'Okay. I'm going to need to make water.

'Which should be easy considering the whole reason they sent me up here was because I have a background in chemical engineering.

'I can probably use some of the excess fuel that was in the MAV tanks.

'I just need something flammable. If you didn't know, NASA spends an ungodly amount of time making everything as not flammable as possible. Because you can't exactly leave the burning building, while in space.

'What are the only things in this Hab that NASA didn't get their pyrophobic hands on?'

…..

"You can always count on Jason to have books. And a lot of them, apparently," Marinette said, while rooting through her friend's personal things, "He does know that he was given the media drive for a reason, right?"

…..

'Jason's media drive was also full of books. I'm not surprised.

'I kind of feel bad about going through my crewmates personal belongings and drives, but if I'm going to be stuck on this planet for the next five years, it had to happen at some point.'

…..

Tim sat down at his work area in SatCom. He was looking through the satellite images of the last few weeks in the Schiaparelli crater, hoping to find something from the site that was salvageable.

"Oh?"

He looked at the before and after photos, "That can't be right…"

He grabbed his phone, "Um, this is Tim Drake in SatCom… Do you have the contact details for Jim Gordon? It's an emergency."

…..

Jim went through the images with his team of higher ups.

"Shit."

…..

Soon, Marinette was able to get into contact with NASA through Pathfinder.

She was sent some really cool emails from famous people wishing her luck and a guy called Tim Drake was put in charge of communications with her.

Apparently, he was the one who discovered she was alive. So that was cool.

…..

Eventually, Marinette was able to fix the satellite dish and reconnect her emails so every message she sent wasn't being broadcasted to the planet (Earth, not Mars).

She and Tim corresponded daily, sometimes even hourly, sometimes it was for updates on the rescue mission or her crops. Other times, it was Tim informing her on the latest memes and pop culture (she should have realised sooner that she'd become a meme).

They got really close and sometimes Marinette would just email him to ask 'What's up?'

…..

m.d-c@nasa.gov: I finished the last of my coffee rations. Don't mind me, I'm just gonna cry.

t.drake@nasa.gov: oof big f

…..

When Marinette's potato crop blew up, literally, he was the first one she messaged.

When the crew were finally allowed to message her, she emailed him immediately after they logged off.

When the plan to get her extra provisions fell out of the sky, she messaged to him for comfort.

In reality, she should have realised she was falling for him a lot sooner.

…..

m.d-c@nasa.gov: if I get back to earth, I'm going to give you a big hug and buy you a pizza

t.drake@nasa.gov: if? what do you mean by if?

m.d-c@nasa.gov: let's be real I won't make it to the next Ares mission. not without those potatoes or provisions. and if I have to listen to any more of Clarks country music.

t.drake@nasa.gov: I guess this is better than ever to say it. we figured out how to get you home. I wasn't supposed to say anything until we have everything confirmed, so act surprised when they tell you.

m.dc@nasa.gov: WHAT

…..

The plan itself went off without a hitch, other than the fact Marinette is technically a space pirate, and the going into space in a convertible part, and the ironman hands, and the blowing up an airlock and the -- you know what, let's just say the plan went well.

Marinette spent six months recovering in the Hermes during their trip back to earth. And another two weeks in isolation.

Finally, Marinette was free to breathe fresh air and see nature.

She met Tim and let's just say he was cuter than she imagined. And let's also say their first meeting was filled with tears of happiness from both parties.

Marinette was invited all over the world to meet famous and important people.

"I'd love to come," she told them all, "But first I have to get pizza with a friend of mine."

@timari-month-event

Buy me a coffee?

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galas gone right [t.drake]

TIM DRAKE X READER

SUMMARY: Here you were once again, alone at Bruce Wayne's gala, which your parents had dragged you to. Luckily, this time it seems like you aren't the only one.

It always played out like this.

Bruce Wayne would be hosting a large benefit, your parents would be invited, then you have to come and to top it off, they leave you alone.

Surrounded by socialites was not how you wanted to spend your Friday evening.

You sat at the bar, aimlessly stirring your drink with your finger. Your heels lay long-forgotten back in the limo, as you always carry a pair of flats in situations like so.

"Not a fan of this either?" Someone asked from behind you.

You jumped at the voice, not expecting any attention on the misfit daughter of the (L/N) family.

Spinning your chair around, you face the person, almost falling off the stool when you realised who the voice belonged to.

There, stood Timothy Drake, the upcoming CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Your eyes widened at the sight of him.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, "Yeah, my parents usually just drag me along. Trying to keep up the appearance, you know?"

Tim chuckled, running a hand through his perfect raven hair, "Yeah. I totally understand. If it wasn't for Bruce, I'd probably be at home watching a movie or something."

Though you were still in awe that the Timothy Drake was in front of you, you carried on the conversation.

"Tell me about it." Then, curiosity now peaked, you said, "I can't lie, I'm honestly surprised that you aren't enjoying the spotlight."

Tim scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal. "Not my thing at all. Just have to keep me in check for Bruce. No one wants to see the new CEO goofing off, you know?"

You smirked, enjoying the conversation, "I wouldn't, Daddy didn't hand me over the company."

The teens face blushed a deep red colour, clearly embarrassed, "Uh," He sputtered, "I'll have you know.." He looked at you, awaiting your name.

"(Y/N)" You gave.

"I'll have you know, (Y/N), Bruce doesn't just hand over things."

It was your turn to laugh, "I was joking, of course, Mr Drake. I know you're brainy enough to lead it."

Tim cringed at the formality of 'Mr. Drake', "Oh nuh-uh, no misters around here, just call me Tim. I really can't stand when people call me mister Drake. Makes me sound like millions of years old."

"Alright, Tim," He smiled at that, "Since we both don't want to be here, let's say we leave?"

The young CEO's eyes went wide, you were suggesting them to ditch? He pondered for a second, thinking what his brothers would say if they found out. Or even what would Bruce say?

Shrugging, Tim spoke, "I dunno, (Y/N), I could get into trouble..."

You sighed, teasingly of course, then spun your chair back around, "Darn, I understand Timmy. Guess I'll just stay at the bar, all by my lonesome."

Hearing a groan behind you, you smiled, knowing that you were getting to him.

He tapped your shoulder and you turned back around. Tim stood there, a hand offered out to you, "Take my hand."

Reluctant and confused, you placed your palm in his, only to be ripped up from your seat. "Tim? What are we doing?"

Tim grinned down at you, "We're getting out of here, follow me."

So there you were, the two of you weaving through the rich civilians of Gotham and towards the back entrance of the dance hall.

"Where are you thinking we should ditch to?" You yell over the chatter of people on the dance floor.

"You'll find out soon." He replied

-

Bat-Burger.

He took you to Bat-Burger.

"You're telling me that we ditched your father's fancy Gala for mediocre burgers and half-assed staff?"

Tim looked at you from across the booth, "There a problem? I mean we could always go back..." He trailed off, amusement in his eyes.

It was a nice look on Tim, not one that many got to see often, especially not the press.

He faked getting out of his seat, only for you to pull him back down, "No, I am not going back there." You cried in distress.

Tim laughed at your over dramatic attitude, but obliged and sat back down, this time looking at the menu. You followed suit.

"Bat-b-que burger?" Scrunching your nose, you catch Tims eyes, "Who came up with these names?"

The boy shrugged in return, "I mean seriously," He spoke, "Red-Hot-Robin Wings? They've gotta be kidding me."

The next few minutes continued this pattern, you and Tim both making fun of the idiocy of the menu, that was until the waitress turned up.

"What can I get you... two?" Her speech slowed as she looked at the get-up you both were in. Tim in a two-piece maroon suit and you in a gorgeous navy gown, probably not what normal patrons wore to a burger joint. Though who's to say that either you or Tim classified as normal.

Tim spoke first, "Um, can I have the boneless bat nuggets? Oh and two coffees," He looked to you, "Or, three if you'd like one as well..."

You placed your head on your palm, resting against the table, "Sure, why not?" Then, "And could I have the Night-wings?"

Taking your orders, she nodded then went back to the kitchen.

"Two coffees?" You smirked at Tim, who gingerly shrugged.

"What can I say," He pouted, "It's been a long night."

While the two of you waited for your meals, soft chatter was made. Tim talking about his duties at WE and you discussing your latest thesis paper on whether or not Vigilantes were wanted in Gotham.

"Fascinating," Tim said, awe laced in his eyes. "What side are you writing for, if you don't mind me asking."

Waving your hand dismissing his insecurity, you spoke, "Not at all, Tim, I'm on the pro-vigilante side. I think the Bats are doing exactly what needs to be done in Gotham, plus..."

You trailed off and Tim raised a brow, egging you on.

"Plus," you continued, rolling your eyes, "I heard one of the Robins was my age and it piqued my curiosity. I wish I had that much courage to protect our city every night."

Tim laughed harshly, "I don't think you do. Believe me, it's not that much fun."

This time it was you to raise a brow, "And how would you know, Mr Drake? CEO connections of sorts?"

"Of sorts" Was all he responded with.

To his relief, the waitress came back over with your food and luckily the conversation was dropped.

-

"That was great Tim, really." You said sincerely as he opened the door to the restaurant, the two of you ready to go.

He smiled down at you, "Of course, it's the least I could do for hosting an awful gala."

You sensed a hint of self-loathing in his statement and you stopped him in his tracks, "No, don't do that to yourself. It wasn't awful, I'm just not a party girl... and it seems as though you're not a party boy." You gently gripped his hand, "I'd say the gala was more than a success... after all, I got to meet you."

Tim's cheeks blushed a rosy pink and he smiled, "Thank you, (Y/N). That means a lot."

As the two of you made your way back to the Gala, Tims com went off.

"Red Robin, come in Red Robin." Dick's voice rang throughout his ears. Tim froze, c'mon guys, he thought, not in the middle of my... date?

"Tim?" You questioned, realising he's several paces behind you.

Tim shook his thoughts away and smiled at you, "Yeah, all good. Thought I heard something."

Meanwhile, through his comlink, Dicks voice still kept going, "Red Robin, come in, Red Robin."

The young vigilante bit his lip conflicted on what to do. He was the best detective yet - even Ras thought so - so then why couldn't he figure this puzzle out.

"Should we call a taxi or something? I don't want your last words to be 'I thought I heard something,' You know how Gotham is and all." You suggested.

Tim gave a chuckle, believe him, he knew exactly how Gotham is. "We'll be fine, I promise."

You looked at him skeptically, what is he going to do - breakout the stocks clipboard?

Tim gripped your hand harder, "I-," He contemplated how to put this, "I know what to do in times of crisis." He said cryptically.

Comfortable silence took over the two of you once more and you continued your path back.

"Red- ugh, Tim! We need you." Dick said, this time louder and more distressed.

Breaking comlink rules, Tim thought, This must be serious.

Tim stopped walking once more, pulling you to a stop as well. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry, but a family emergency just came up and I have to leave, like, immediately. Would you be comfortable walking back alone?" He hated the idea of leaving you to fend for Gotham yourself, but what other option was there?

Gently squeezing his hand, you nodded, "Of course Tim. I was born and raised here, I know Gotham like the back of my hand."

He still seemed on edge with the idea of you alone, so you did the once thing that was guaranteed to clear the teen's mind.

You kissed him.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, then, making sure that he couldn't get another word in, you sped off into the night, hurriedly making your way to the Wayne estate.

Tim stood there, like a lovestruck idiot, but was soon interrupted when Damian sounded in his ears.

"Drake, where the hell are you?"

Right. I have a job to do.

Pressing his earpiece, he spoke, "Red Robin to Nightwing, What's up?"

"Thank god," Dick said in relief, "The Penguin got into the Gala and now is holding the patrons' hostage. The big man is still in there and can't escape to change. We need you to try and get as many hostages as you can out."

Tim's eyes widened, The Gala, He just sent you back there. Oh no.

Now panicked, Tim summoned one of the batcycles, making quick work to get you to safety.

-

Lazily, you made your way back to the large ballroom. Your legs were killing you from the long walk, hoping the whole time that Tim would somehow come back to keep you company.

"Why the hell did they build this place so far away from town?" You muttered to yourself as you dragged your way in.

Pulling one of the doors open, you gasped at the sight.

There stood Penguin, the stocky man armed with a gun, surrounded by goons with matching rifles. Along the back sat numerous patrons, all quivering in fear at the trigger happy rogue.

Your hearts ached when you caught sight of your parents. Your father had blood running down his face and your mother, Oh god. Your mother was unresponsive, laying on the floor,

That made you snap, any shred of common sense fled your body as you raced into the hall making a beeline for your mom.

"Mother!" You called out, voice strained and shaky from fear.

You sprinted towards your parents but was soon stopped when gunshots went off.

"Get back!" seethed the Penguin. "Get back or I'll shoot."

Freezing, you put your hands up, shielding your head.

"Good." You sensed the short man strolling closer and your breath stilled. "Now," He addressed the crowd, "Since a few of you socialites think I'm playing - I'll use little rich girl here to prove I mean business."

"No!" your father yelled, "Please don't! Mr Cobbelpot, I'll give you all of my fortunes, just please don't shoot."

Oswald laughed at your father's pleas, then before you could even react, turned the gun at him and pulled the trigger.

You screamed, but you seemed to be the only one troubled. Peaking through your covered eyes, you saw that your father was, in fact, fine. The bullet never hit.

In its place stood Red Robin, arm up in a defensive position blocking the shot.

Penguin groaned in annoyance, "Will you bat-brats ever let me have my fun?"

Tim lunged at the Penguin, fighting the man for the gun. Meanwhile, Nightwing snuck in from the side entrance, helping assist all of the members to safety. "This way. Stay calm and follow me." He whispered, not trying to draw attention to the scared patrons.

Amidst the chaos, your father yelled out to you, signalling for you to run over to his side.

You pounced at the opportunity, getting up from your kneeling state only to be jerked back into someone's chunky arms. Penguin.

"Where do you think you're going missy?" He hissed, "Looks like this little bird isn't a listener."

You struggled against the man's grip, thrashing about in any attempt at freedom.

"Let her go." Red Robin stared down Penguin, bo-staff at the ready.

"Awe. Does one wittle bwirdie have a crush on another?" The rogue teased.

"Let her go." He said once more, this time venom lacing his tone.

Something cold pressed against your cheek and you came to realize it was the barrel of Penguins gun. In fright, you trashed more, only for Penguin to tighten his grip. "Make me, bird boy."

The action happened so fast, your brain couldn't even recognize who was hitting who. What you did know was that you were finally free of Penguins meaty hands and now we're amongst the hostages.

You watched in amazement as Red Robin hit, punched, kicked and wailed at Penguin, every mark hitting successfully. In a matter of no time, Penguin and his two goons were on the floor, Red Robin standing triumphantly above him.

Without even thinking twice, you ran over to the hero and embraced him. He backed away a bit, cheeks turning pink. He was not expecting that.

"Thank you." You whispered into his chest.

Still a bit shocked, he gave a small nod, "Um, yeah. Of course"

The embrace didn't last too long as you pulled away quickly, a thought rushing to your head. Is Tim okay?

"Oh my gosh. Mr Red Robin sir, my friend was coming back here and I don't know if he's okay or not. I didn't see him among the others and I just need to be sure he's okay. His name is Tim Drake." You rambled on.

Red Robin nodded, "He's safe. Don't worry." Though cryptic, you trusted the vigilantes words and gave him one final embrace. 

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▄ = telling them a joke .

Lois raised her eyebrows at the joke, pausing for a moment as she tried to decipher what it meant. “Can I be completely honest with you?” she asked, her lips curving up into a crooked smile as she looked at Tim. “I think you have me mistaken for someone way smarter, because that just went right over my head like it was nothing.”

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Her fondness for the family that had taken her in was something that was no secret. Tim was the one who was most like her, she felt, both of them relying on their analytical minds and strategic thinking when they were doing anything. She found solace in talking to him, happy to find someone who was similar to her in the way that she organized her thoughts, even if they disagreed so deeply about HERA. Barbara found it hard to reconcile the people she cared about with the legislation that disgusted her, but it was easier with Tim than with Dick. She had a platonic distance with Tim that made it possible for their friendship to endure, and Babs was grateful for that fact. “I haven’t seen you in a while, Tim,” she said offhandedly. “But I think that might be my fault.”

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i’m not leaving [t.drake]

Tim Drake X Reader

Request: *breaks through door* TIM TIM TIM TIM TIM. May I request "why did you choose me" and " Please stay" with Tim and a reader who's having nightmares?

Summary: After reader inhales a dose of fear toxin, the reader goes into a nightmare induced state, luckily Tim is there to comfort her.

Warning: anGST, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort

It was just supposed to be a simple mission, in and out. You and Tim were on patrol that one fateful night when Bruce's voice sounded through the coms.

"I'm getting intel that Scarecrow is up to his usual tactics again. His signal is going off by the entrance to the Gotham sewers, I'm too far away, I need you two to do a simple recon," He then added, "And only recon. Do not approach him. The new fear toxin he's been working on is laced with something far worse, something I've not been able to detect yet. Be safe, Batman out."

You looked over at Tim who was on the opposite side of the roof you were perched on. "You ready?" you smirked at him.

"Only if you are." He drawled back. You loved working with Tim. I mean how could you not, he was you boyfriend. The chemistry and teamwork the two of you had together was unmatched, not even Dick and Barbara could compete.

As you narrowed in on Scarecrows location you looked over at your partner, "You take high, I take low?"

Tim nodded but before you could turn to leave, he gripped your arm and spun you around, "Just recon. You remember what the big man said, do not approach."

Rolling your eyes, you ripped your arm away from his hold and nodded, "I know Red, I know. Just recon. Meet you back here in 10, yeah?"

Tim nodded and then leaned in, pecking your cheek, "Yeah. Please be careful."

Nodding, you flipped off the ledge of the building nearest to the sewer entrance.  "Alright you coward, what're you up to." you whispered to yourself as you stealthily moved along the grounds.

You heard movement near by and assumed it was Scarecrow. Carefully, you ran over to the entrance trying to find any evidence of what the rogue was up to.

"Batgirl, you're too close. Get out of there." You heard Tim hiss into the earpiece but you ignored it.

Against the shine of the moon, you caught a glimmer of something metal within the sewer gate.

You gasped, it was a bomb, a bomb filled with his fear toxin. He was going to poison the city, but not on your watch.

Using one of your handy batarangs you picked the lock of the gate and slid in the smelly cavern, still ignoring Tim's louder calls to move out.

You sprinted over to the large weapon and looked for anything that could be cut, wires, metal - anything that could help put a stop to Scarecrows master plan.

"Batgirl, you need to get out of there now, I see Scarecrow near the leftward side of the grounds, he's nearing your way. Get out!"

You turned your head to look out of the gates as you fidgeted with the red and blue wires, trying to find the combination that would disable the bomb. To your annoyance, Tim was right, you could see the rogue approaching your area.

Cursing, you worked harder, "Red Robin, There's a bomb filled with toxin in the sewer entrance, I need to disable it, you're the brainy one, do I cut the blue or red wire?"

You could hear Tim groan in distress at your question, "This was only supposed to be a recon mission. Don't cut any wires and leave your location. He's almost there."

You couldn't just give up, Batman did not train you for failure.

"No can do, RR, I have to stop this bomb."

Tim cried out in distress, "(Y/N), No. You need to leave Scarecrow is right- oh fuck."

A splash sounded behind you causing you to spin around, only to be face to face with the rogue.

"Scarecrow." You hissed.

"Ahh, Batgirl, what a pleasant surprise. Was the Bat too busy for me tonight so he send his itsy-bitsy baby bat?"

You growled at this, like Tim, you hated when people demeaned you.

"Well you know him, he only shows up for important villains." You smirked and you crossed your arms. "Disable the bomb Scarecrow. Now."

The masked man titled his head and laughed, raising his scythe, "You think you can scare me? Oh contraire , my sweet child. You fear me."

Lifting your head up high you unsheathed another batarang, "Oh yeah," You gave a smug grin, "Try me." All the while Tim's voice said your name warningly into your earpiece.

With that, Scarecrow rushed you, swinging his weapon around as you dodged his attack.

Swing.

You duck and avoid the hit.

Swing.

A flip, the scythe nearly misses you.

Swing. Stab.

Huh?

Now this catches you off guard. Scarecrow laughs but he sounds like he's underwater... There's another voice too, this one sounds far way, someone calling your name.

You feel your knees buckle underneath you and you reach up to touch your neck, a needle oozing green liquid lodged into it. No! How could you be so stupid?  you think.

Pushing off your knee, you go to stand up, but instantly fall back down. Your body freezes, every limp locking. You try to turn your head but Its stuck!

Stay calm you tell yourself, trying to think what Bruce would say in this situation.

"Batgirl, fuck, (Y/N), can you hear me?" The distant voice says again.

Tim, you think dreamily, god how you loved that boy.

You go to reply but, your lips wont move? Nothing moves. You're still, Paralyzed.

"By now the first effects should've kicked in. Its paralysis and then come the visions not too soon after." He brings the scythe down so it touches your chin, lifting it up so you can see him, "You like it my dear? My newest formula. Not even the Batman could figure out the antidote."

As Scarecrow moves, he drops your chin, it limply falling back to the floor.

Tim had heard enough by this point, Scarecrow had now dished out his newest plans to you and now, to make it even worse, you were his first test subject.

Flying down from his ledge, he grapples into the sewer, effectively hitting Scarecrow and knocking the old doctor onto his back.

Tim swings his bo-staff at the now disarmed rogue and hits Scarecrows temple, knocking him out cold.

After ensuring the villain would no longer be of a problem, he quickly disarms the bomb, "the red wire (Y/N), it's always the red wire..." he mutters

Tim races over to you and lifts you up, but somethings wrong. You start to convulse and shake, regaining your motor skills. "No. No." You mumble. "Stay back." Scooting, so your back touches the wall, you raise your hands up in defense.

The raven haired teen kneels down to your level, placing his weapon down, "(Y/N)?" He asks lightly. "(Y/N), it's okay, you're okay." He tries to sooth you, but you burst into tear.

"Why me?" You cry out. "Tim, Why me?"

The boy was beyond confused, what were you even talking about? "What?"

"Out of all the girls you know, why did you choose me? I'm unworthy, I'm a nobody. Fuck!" Your body wracks in sobs, "I'm only Batgirl because you begged Bruce, I'm not worthy, I'm nothing."

Tim was taken aback, you never think this way of yourself ever, If anything that's how he feels.

"(N/N), no. Love, I love you so much. You're amazing in my eyes I-"

Before he could finish you started to cry again. "Tim please. Don't do this to me. We- I thought we loved each other?" You hiccup out.

It finally clicks, you're not talking to him. You're talking to your nightmare.

"Timmy please! Tim I- I'll do anything, I love you!"

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because its him. Well, its not him, but it is him doing this to you. He's your number one fear.

You curl into yourself, head on your knees, still sobbing. "Tim, my love, don't go, please, don't leave."

The only thing he can is stare as you go on about nightmare Tim. He leans closer, testing the water as he reaches out a hand, gently placing it on your knee. "(Y/N), c'mon you're strong, you have to pull through this. Please, for me."

You shake your head aggressively and go into another fit of outbursts, "No! Tim, I'll be better." You yell and then quieter, "I'll be better. Just please, please stay"

He can't take it anymore and lunges forward, wrapping you in his arms, pulling you close. "I'm right here (Y/N). I'm not leaving. Not ever." He repeats, kissing your hair.

Still sobbing, you lean into his touch, even in your deepest nightmares, it's comforting. "Please stay" You whimper again.

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