?ㅤTim Drake [🖥️ 07]

You were Tim Drake's girlfriend. Even he didn't know how, although he was much more attentive than he seemed. Of course, he also had his flaws; like neglecting himself.

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He hadn't been keeping a good schedule lately, and it wasn't like he needed any special care. Or so he said. Even so, like a good partner, you took it upon yourself to "feed Drake." A human who survived by faith in God, so that very day you headed to Wayne Manor to deliver some food and check on him.

You were greeted by Alfred and went to Tim's room. He opened the door and you could see that the room was a mess. Work hadn't given him time to tidy up.

—Ah... I'm sorry for not speaking up sooner. I really was going to, but I've been getting more cases and haven't had the time.

Tim answered with a truly apologetic expression. His words trembled, perhaps from the constant caffeine intake that made him jittery. His hands tried to rearrange some books that were blocking a seat as he went to a bookshelf to quickly put them away.

—I hadn't planned on you coming.

He spoke softly. His fingers brushed the spine of a black book. He remained silent, longer than usual. He picked up the book and paused at one of its pages. For the first time in days, he let out a faint, tired smile. He hesitated for a few seconds before approaching you with the open book. He said nothing at first. He simply stared at you as he showed you the page. You saw a photograph of a group of small children who looked like they were in kindergarten. Among them stood out a small, pale boy with a haircut similar to Lennon's and pale blue eyes.

Tim blushed slightly with embarrassment, but that was overshadowed by the bright smile he was trying to hide behind that mask of tiredness and indifference.

—Guess who I am.

He said with a proud little smile. He wasn't being sarcastic. He genuinely believed he had changed a lot.