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summary: Tim coming home to you, tired and exhausted.
warning: fluff, Tim being sleep deprived, nudity (not described in detail, or in a sexual way.)
A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this <3
The apartment is quiet when the front door unlocks, the soft click echoing through the hallway. You look up from the couch almost immediately, and the moment Tim steps inside, your expression softens. His mask is gone, but the exhaustion still hasn’t left with it.
His hair is sticking up in every direction, his hoodie is hanging off one shoulder where he clearly couldn’t be bothered to fix it, and the dark circles beneath his eyes look even deeper than they did the night before. He notices you watching him and still manages a tired smile.
“Hey Baby.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smile back. “Hey yourself, handsome.”
He drops his bag beside the door with a sigh “I’m so tired.”
“I thought that was every night.” You reply.
“No,” He groans, rubbing both hands over his face. “Tonight was just personal. I feel more tired than usual.”
You walk over to him, gently cupping his cheeks before your thumbs brush beneath his eyes. “You do look exhausted.”
“When’s the last time you slept more than four hours?”
Tim opens his mouth to answer, pauses then lets out a little laugh. “Uhhh… That’s a trick question.”
“I genuinely don’t remember.”
Your heart aches just a little. Without another word, you take his hand. “Come on.”
“I’m taking care of you.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I’m serious, I can do it myself.”
“You walked into the apartment wearing one boot untied, Tim. You’re letting me take care of you.”
Tim blinks, glances down, and lets out a long sigh. “Oh. That’s actually a really good point.”
You lead him into the bathroom, and start the shower for him. Warm steam curls through the bathroom as the shower runs. Tim sits on the closed toilet lid, elbows resting on his knees while he watches you gather towels and clean clothes for him. He’s too tired to argue anymore, simply following you with sleepy eyes as you move around to gather everything you need for his shower.
“Mhmhm,” He murmurs. “You look so cute.”
You look over your shoulder. “I just started the shower?”
“Yeah. A shower for me. And you look cute doing so.”
You laugh. “You’re definitely tired.”
“What? I can’t find my partner cute anymore, or what?”
“I love you too, Tim.” You reply almost immediately.
“Hm.” He nods thoughtfully. “You’re so genuine, and so thoughtful.”
“Always am when it comes to you.”
His expression softens instantly after that sentence left your mouth.
You step closer, carefully helping him peel off the last few pieces of clothing he hadn’t already removed, leaving him naked, before gently guiding him beneath the warm water. The second it hits his bare shoulders, he lets out the quietest sigh you’ve ever heard, his eyes slipping closed almost immediately.
“Okay,” He mumbles. “This was a very good idea.”
“I know, I always have good ideas.”
“I hate when you’re right.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much, mh?”
“Maybe a little bit.” You reply with a teasing smile on your face.
He snorts, and the sound makes you smile.
You wet his hair before squeezing a little shampoo into your palm, gently working it through his hair. Your fingertips massage slow circles against his scalp, and within seconds you can actually feel his shoulders relaxing beneath your hands.
Tim let’s out a small moan, catching your attention.
“What?” You ask him, even though you already know why he did that. It was not in a sexual way. Quiet the opposite. It escaped from him because he feels safe, and content. “You made a noise.”
“I did not, you’re lying.”
He cracks one eye open just enough to look at you. “Okay, maybe I did.”
He hesitates for exactly half a second. “Very nice...”
“I knew it.” A grin spreads across your face.
“You love when I get smug.”
“I never said that.” But he doesn’t have to. His actions speak bands, even when he isn’t. It’s clear to everyone that Tim adores you, and loves you too much. Even a blind person could see it.
Tim tries to roll his eyes, but another content sigh slips out instead as your fingers continue scratching lightly through his hair. “You’re never allowed to tell the others about this.”
“Oh, am I not?” You tease.
“If Jason finds out I almost fell asleep getting my hair washed, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“You almost sound spoiled.”
“I blame you. You’re always spoiling me.”
By the time you finish rinsing the shampoo away, Tim is practically swaying where he stands. He rests his forehead against your shoulder for a moment, too comfortable to pretend otherwise.
“I could fall asleep right here.”
“Because then I’d have to explain to Bruce why you drowned standing up. And I’d rather not have to explain that to him.”
After helping him dry off, tugging one of his oversized hoodies over his head, and give him a jogger to put on, you lead him into the kitchen where dinner is already waiting. The smell alone seems to wake him up just enough to make his stomach growl.
“I reheated what I cooked earlier, yeah.”
“Ugghh Baby. Why are you so amazing?” He sits down, taking the first spoonful of the food you cooked before letting out another quiet hum. “Oh, that’s really good.”
“I know your compliments are genuine when you forget sarcasm exists.”
“Don’t ruin my moment.” He points the spoon at you.
“Nope.” You let out a laugh, and shake your head slightly.
Tim laughs softly before continuing to eat, slower than usual, every bite seeming to pull a little more life back into him. Halfway through the meal, he reaches across the table and gently hooks his pinky around yours.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“You’d do the same for me.”
“I definitely would.” He agrees immediately. He already does the same for you whenever you come home tired from your job.
“No.” He shakes his head.
You squeeze his hand. “Because loving you is, Tim.”
His ears immediately turn pink. “You’re not allowed to say things like that when I’m too tired to flirt back.”
“I think that’s exactly when I should say them.”
“Hmmm, I wouldn’t say so.”
Tim groans into his soup, and you only laugh.
Finally, the two of you make your way to bed. The moment he lies down, he reaches for you almost instantly, wrapping both arms around your waist and burying his face against the crook of your neck before you’ve even settled beneath the blankets. You gently run your fingers through his still damp hair, earning another sleepy hum that vibrates against your collarbone.
“You comfy?” you whisper.
He thinks for a moment before mumbling. “You.”
“You already have me.” A smile immediately tugs at your lips.
“Good.” Silence settles between you as your fingers continue combing gently through his hair. His breathing grows slower with every passing minute until he’s practically asleep, though he suddenly cracks one eye open again.
“Noooo..” He yawns so hard he has to stop talking halfway through. “Like…I love you… a lot.”
“I know you do, timmy.” You can’t help laughing quietly.
His lips curl into the tiniest sleepy smile. “Good.”
Less than a minute later, his breathing evens out completely, his arms tightening around you just enough to keep you close even in his sleep. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, pulling the blankets a little higher around the both of you before closing your own eyes, and drifting off to sleep yourself.
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