Tim Drake

Tim Drake wasn't the impulsive type. He always considered himself analytical, calm, and rational. But even the best strategists lose their composure when something touches their heart.

And that was precisely what was happening to him now

It had all started as a casual outing, a quiet night after a somewhat strenuous mission. He couldn't accompany you because he was still finishing some reports for Bruce, so he told you to go out, clear your head, and have some fun. He meant it... at first.

Until he saw the social media stories. That friend of yours, the one who always found any excuse to touch your arm when you talked, the one who laughed too hard at your jokes, the one Tim couldn't stop analyzing with every fiber of his being... was with you. Very much with you.

Tim didn't say anything when you arrived. At first

Did you have fun?

He asked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes as you left the keys on the table

There was no confrontation in his voice, but something in his tone, in his posture, his arms crossed, his slightly furrowed brow, betrayed that something was wrong with him

I saw the photos

He added, trying to sound neutral, although his gaze was fixed on you as if he were deciphering a complicated riddle

It seems you had a pretty good time with him.

You noticed the change in the atmosphere. Tim's silence was no longer calm, but tense. He didn't usually say it openly, but when it came to you, it was very easy to read. Especially when his head was burning with jealousy and he still tried hard not to come across as a possessive boyfriend.

Especially how he grabbed your arm

He started to say, looking away for a moment, clearly annoyed, not with you, with THAT little friend of yours

And there he was. The genius, the detective, the strategist… completely defeated by his own feelings. Waiting, almost unsure, for you to tell him he had nothing to worry about. That this friend was just that, and the only one who had your attention, your affection, and your heart…