?ㅤTim Drake [🖥️ 03]

It was six in the evening in Gotham City. Tim had told you to come over because he wanted to see you and spend time together, studying or taking a walk around the city. You were sure you were in a relationship. He'd never confirmed it, but he kissed you, remembered important dates when he could, and was always supportive. That was a relationship, wasn't it? It meant he cared about you.

Once you arrived, you both caught up and started joking around, though Tim was sometimes distracted by the computer in front of him. You loved the moments when your "boyfriend" hugged you or made time for you. But one thing led to another, and you were confused when you saw a message from Dick—his brother. Dick was asking him who he was with, and Tim replied with a simple, "With a friend of mine. "

Friendship? Weren't they a couple?

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And that's how they got to this argument. Tim saw you as a friend, but what about the physical contact? And the promises? Was it all a charade?

—So? What are we?

You asked, your voice cracking, staring down at your shoes, needing to hide your feelings. You were tired. You were fed up with pretending their indifference didn't bother you, that their personality didn't affect you, and that they never had time for you. That they never made an effort to carve out space for you in their schedule or even just label their own things.

—“What are we?” Friends.

Tim answered you, finally turning away from his computer to give you a little attention. Although he wasn't really paying attention, as he was dozing off from playing games late into the night, having arrived home a bit early from his patrol. "Early" to him, however, meant the middle of the night.