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PAIRINGS: Tim Drake x Fem!Reader WORD COUNT: 981 SUMMARY: Tim attempted to prepare you a spectacular birthday breakfast, but it seems you couldn't even remember your own birthday. A/N: Happy belated birthday, Yinny @yintous !! I know this is late, but I finally got it done! This is my first time writing for Tim, so heads up... 🥹

Well this didn’t go as excepted…

It was your birthday, a day of which you’d assume to be carefree, without explosions, your nerdy boyfriend by your side, and- did I mention void of any explosions?

Yeah, well… That was the opposite of how your day seemed to start.

Your morning began like any other; the light gleaming from the curtains poked at your eyes, signaling you to finally awaken from your beauty sleep. Your arms stretched below the headboard, pulling out all tension and aches from your prolong slumber; out of habit you reached over to the opposite side of the bed, your hand searched for the radiating warmth that would usually hug you every morning, yet you were welcomed by the cold silk sheets. This prompted you to take a good look at your surrounding— and you were alone? You looked towards Tim’s desk, only to find it empty as well.

That’s when you bubbled out of the early grogginess of sleep, scanning the rest of the room for any sign of your boyfriend, you concluded that he wasn’t here, maybe he had work? but you found the cleanness and tidiness of his desk to be very odd. Usually there’d at least be a single neglected cup of coffee, yet his station was absolutely clean. Before any other assumption came to your mind, you heard an alarming crash come from down stairs.

Without a second thought, you scrammed downstairs in shorts and a tank top, leaving your fluffy slippers behind; barging into the kitchen, you found your pancake splattered boyfriend in a cute apron among utter bloody chaos.

“I know this looks bad, but it’s all part of the process!” You weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself, because you were pretty sure that leftovers of egg yolk should not be on your mahogany cabinets…

“Tim, babe, what on earth are you doing?” “We both know you can’t cook,” you stated plainly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You didn’t have to say it like that,” scratching the back of his neck with a small pout on his lips, “Just wanted to give you breakfast in bed.” He admitted bashfully, refusing to look at you straight in the eyes.

You didn’t have it in you to sass him any longer, your heart simply melted at the gesture, “timmyyyy!” you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. “That’s so sweet of you!” You swayed with him back and forth, smiling at his embarrassed face, “but what’s the occasion, babe?” you were about to leave a kiss on his lips, when he stopped you midway, covering your mouth with his hand.

“You don’t know what today is?” He questioned looking absolutely offended, did you forget a special anniversary? You didn’t think so. Responding to his question with a shake of your head, he face palmed at your forgetfulness. “What am I going to do with you…”

“Well, you could-”

“It was a rhetorical question.” He interrupted before you started suggesting strange things.

In a single motion, he securely held your hips and effortlessly lifted you onto the only clean area of the counter top. “It’s your birthday,” he reminded you, although he still could not believe you’d forget your birthday, it’s not like you ever forgot his.

“Oh!” You had completely forgotten, with all the busyness that’s been going on with school and the regular chaos your surrounded with everyday, your own birthday had completely slipped your mind.

A long sigh left Tim’s lungs as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his forehead on your bare skin; “Sorry, Timmy,” you caressed his head, gently combing his hair, “did I ruin the surprise?”

He shook his head ‘no’, “Not like this mess was getting anywhere.”

“Don’t say that! I’m sure your food will taste amazing!”

Tim’s lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at you unamused.

“Ok, maybe just slightly burnt… But I can help you-” You tried to offer before he cut you off, “Nope. You are staying right there while I finish this breakfast.” He was determined to serve you a birthday meal.

“But-”

He left a quick kiss on your lips, “No, buts. Just relax and look pretty for me. ‘Kay?” It didn’t seem he was waiting for an answer, since he quickly left you in red cheeks and a pounding heart, as he continued to go back to whichever task he hadn’t exploded yet; he had such an effect over you, he could say or do anything and you’d be a puddle on the floor, and you knew he was taking advantage of said power.

While swaying your legs in the air, you observed a very focused Tim trying to decipher how much flour he was supposed to add to the batter; you really wanted to help him out, but you didn’t have the heart to do so against his wishes, so you complied to become his counter top princess.

I mean there was a reason Alfred banned all the boys from entering the kitchen, and the mess that was marked on your regularly white ceiling is proof of why.

Hours went by as the two of you spent your time in the kitchen, and even with the unfolded chaos in your home and the strong smell of eggs and burnt flour, you never felt a happier birthday than right now.

There was light banter, and your play-to play commentary of Tim’s every move, along with a whole ton of snuck in kisses, this moment felt like a warm wrapped present that’d you would only get once in your life and you wouldn’t mind the leftover flour you’d have to wash off later or the massive wake of destruction that would probably take hours to clean, if it meant to be in the moment with the lovely boy of your life.

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