#ceo!tim

As young as he was, he seemed older than you. Tim seemed to know a little bit too much about everything and he never faltered when something new was thrown at him. He wasn't just a smart man, he was prepared. You respected him for that. While many degraded him for his age, it seemed that he only earned more and more respect from you every day.

You were the secretary for Mr. Wayne shortly after he took over his father's position as CEO. From the start you had been right alongside him, watching him become accustomed to this new life at WE. You took his kindness as being a good boss, not as someone who thought about you in the late hours of the night.

Tim's crush on you - if you even wanted to call it a crush - was more than evident. His brothers saw it when they came to the office, most of your coworkers knew about it. You on the other hand, it seemed as if you were the only one who didn't know the full extent of his feelings. You picked up on the tension, the desire between the both of you.

He was too young for you. Sure, it was only a few years but it felt as if you were far too old for someone who was under constant scrutiny for their role in society. Tim didn't need another added stress of someone chastising him for liking someone older than him. You couldn't do that to him.

"Mr. Drake, you're late this morning," Tim held two coffees in his hands and a tired look on his face. His eyes lit up the second that he heard your voice. He stopped at your desk that was stationed just outside his own office. Tim slid one of the coffees towards you and kept the other for himself.

"That's no way to talk to your boss," Tim looked down at you. He was kidding, of course. "You know I don't like it when you call me Mr. Drake."

"Yeah, but, you always get a little flustered when I do," you beamed up at him. It was true, Tim always felt his cheeks get warm and a little stutter in his words when you called him that name. He seemed at a loss of words for a moment. You took the chance to change the subject, "you've got a meeting at two today."

"Will you be there?"

"If you want me to be."

Tim said nothing. He sent a wink your way and headed to his office. Typical response - never telling you yes or no and never sure what he really wanted. He was a man of many unanswered questions - ones that you'd hope to learn some day. It seemed unlikely.

You teetered between a professional and flirtatious relationship with Tim. It was easy to get lost in the conversation and forget that he was your boss and that you were in the middle of his office. Half the women in the building envied you and the other thought you to be mooching for more money that your job was worth.

No one had any reason to feel this way. There was nothing to envy and you certainly weren't getting any money added onto your paycheque every month. As desperately as you wanted to know more behind the wall Tim Drake put up, there was no such chance.

Less than an hour after Tim locked himself in his office, a familiar face stood in front of your desk. Tall, dark hair, romantic blue eyes that didn't quite hold the same adoration as Tim's.

"Mr. Grayson," You smiled up at him. "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today?" Dick sat on the empty edge of your desk. His arms were crossed over his chest and straining against his jacket. A friendly smile spread across his lips.

"Stopping by to see Tim," He vaguely answered. It wasn't uncommon for his family to come into the office, though none of them really spoke of what they were truly there for. "He was going on and on about you the other day about how this company wouldn't survive if he didn't have you to keep him in order."

You felt heat crawl up your neck at the thought of Tim talking about you to his family, talking good things about you. Sure you had to remind him every hour about what he had to do, but he would be just fine without you in the long run. Now, according to his oldest brother, he thought about you outside the office.

He sure as hell didn't make it any easier not to like him, not to think about him as well outside of your workspace. Tim consumed your thoughts at night. It was hard not to - the way his muscles rippled under his dress shirt when leaning against your desk or the smile he had when he knew that he was flirting a little too much with you.

Dick chuckled at how quickly flustered you got at his news. To be honest, he was mad at Tim for letting you stay single this whole time. It was obvious that you both had strong feelings for each other - and he thought that you would be great for Tim. He'd have to remember to smack some sense into his brother about it.

It wasn't just him who felt this way. Jason, who had only met you once, thought you to be a hot and Tim and idiot for not getting with you sooner. There were several threats made that if he didn't, Jason would. Dick had never seen his brother get so angry from a sly comment from Jason.

Damian, the one person it seemed impossible to get on the good side of, liked you too. He found your smile to be kind and genuine, and you didn't treat him like a kid like his father's old secretary did. The only reason that he wanted you and Tim to be together was because any other person Tim was interested in never treated him this way.

"Mr. Drake does just fine without me," you finally managed to stutter out. You took a sip of the coffee he had brought you, hoping to clear the scratch in your voice. Tim's favourite coffee shop - a clear sign that he had been the one to buy it for you. Dick knew his brother well enough that he was well wrapped around you finger.

"We both know that's a lie, (Y/N)."

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"Join me for lunch?"

Tim stood in front of your computer, coat on and ready to face the cool Gotham air. His hair was tousled since the last time you saw him and you were sure that he was stressed out. He watched you peer up at him from your screen. It wasn't uncommon for him to ask you to join him for lunch. For the longest time you thought it was just because he didn't want to be alone, not because he wanted you.

"How can I say no to a smile like that?" you shrugged. Tim rolled his eyes and proceeded to grab your coat off the hook for you. He held it out, making it easy to just slip your arms in. He hooked his arm into his coat pocket, waiting for you to loop yours around him. The two of you walked side by side towards the elevator.

Tim looked over at you as the elevator door closed. A sly smile was on his face and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head in that moment. He turned to face you completely, causing you to drop your arm from him. You were taken aback to see him reach up to your face.

The tips of his fingers were rough against you skin. His hands were callused as if he had lived a life of labor three times over. Though it was shocking, his warmth was welcomed. He glided up along side your jaw, pausing for a moment as his palm cupped your cheek completely. Whatever had gotten over him in this moment had you frozen in shock.

Your flirtatious relationship had never been left to something like this. Tim was never forward about his desire for you - though it was there he never did anything about it. His conversation with Dick the other day left him unnerved. His brother was right - what if you had gotten whisked away from him before he even got the chance to do something about it.

He was scared to meet your gaze. His bold move suddenly feeling too much, too unexpected. There was no sign, no reason behind his sudden need to hold you. It left you bewildered, but needing more. Needing his burning hand to be on more of your bare skin and his lips on yours.

Tim felt himself succumbing to his desires. He felt himself leaning into you. Mostly, he felt himself needing to spill his heart out to you.

Instead, he heard the loud ding of the elevator and the treacherous sound of the doors opening. You peeled away from him before whoever was entering the elevator could see what was happening - what was about to happen. Tim's eyes fell in defeat, he sighed before putting on a fake smile for those who joined the two of you.

He sparked conversation with his employees, talking as if nothing had happened. You on the other hand, couldn't stop feeling the fire along your skin where he had touched you.

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Tim's subtle touches became problematic.

He often pressed his hand into your waist if he was passing behind you or leading you through an known area with a reassuring hand at the small of your back. Catching you at the wrist if you weren't paying attention where you were going and stopping you from hitting something or someone. Arms brushing as you stood so close to one another.

He had always done those movements since the time you worked with him. His touches that always made you feel comforted, his touches that left you wanting more. Those same touches left a burning print on your skin and consumed your body for the rest of the day. You couldn't get him out of your mind, not after that almost kiss.

It was why you were avoiding him. Impossible to do with your job as his secretary, but you did your best. Tim shouldn't have this big of an affect on you - he was your boss he wasn't allowed to. At least, he wasn't supposed to.

A fat stack of files sat on your desk. They were supposed to be brought into Tim and yet they had remained there all morning. Of course at some point you would need to bring them to him - but the part of you still hoped that they would magically move themselves. After staring at the stack for another moment, you let out a sigh and picked them up.

The walk to his door seemed shorter than normal. It wasn't enough time to collect your thoughts or figure out what you wanted to say to him. Tim hadn't said anything since your moment alone together and as badly as you wanted to forget the whole thing, you were dying to know what the hell was going through his head.

You knocked once before hearing his voice. Tim was furiously typing at his computer, concentrated on whatever the hell he was doing. He stopped immediately upon looking at you, a faint smile gracing his face.  

"Papers, nothing to get excited about," You gestured to the pile in your hands. They were placed on the corner of his desk but before you could turn away and back to the safety of your own desk, his hand was placed over yours. Heat trailed up your skin from his touch, igniting your veins with a fire that you hated to welcome.

"You should know by now that I always get excited to see you." Of course you did. It was impossible not to see how evidently his face lit up around you, how he gained a small bounce to his step when he was at your side. The nervous tic of always pushing his already gelled hair from his face.

He gained a lot of habits because of you, and he was the only one that didn't seem to notice them. You retracted your hand suddenly, causing Tim to jolt at your movement. "I've got work to do, Mr. Drake."

You didn't. He knew that, you knew that. It wasn't hard for him to pick up on the idea that you were hesitant to be with him after that almost kiss. The only issue, was that he was unsure if it was you feared the feelings he had, or genuinely wasn't interested. He wouldn't know unless you admitted it.

You paused before turning back to the door. The question you so desperately wanted to ask right on the tip of your tongue, yet struggling to come out. Tim's eyes were glued on your fingers tapping along your arm. He could easily tell that you were in deep thought.

"Tim..." you finally spit out. No Mr. Drake. No Mr. Wayne. Just Tim. He met your eyes, hope running through him. "Never mind,  I'll see you in the meeting later this afternoon."

Tim jumped up from his desk. Before you could even take a step towards his door, he was blocking it from you. His chest heaved up and down with anticipation, with hope and desire.

A small, faint bruise laid against his jaw. Faint enough that you couldn't notice it unless you were as close as you were. Your fingers trailed along the mark without even noticing that you were doing it. Tim grabbed you hand, pressing it flat against his cheek. Your touch left an electric tail down his body.

"What were you going to ask me?" He whispered.

"The elevator..." You trailed off as his gaze flickered to your lips. Tim didn't need to hear anymore, he knew the rest of your question. He also knew words didn't seem sufficient enough to give you a real answer. He leaned into you, slow enough that if felt as if time itself had slowed.

Tim's lips brushed against yours. He was hesitant this time, worried that you would react badly. It wasn't until your hold on his cheek moved to the back of his neck and pulled him close. Weeks, months you had been dreaming of this moment. His lips just as soft as they always looked to be.

As wrong at this moment felt, you couldn't deny how it was too perfect. Tim's hands like fire against you, his lips molding to yours perfectly. His slow movements were only reeling you in for more, to be dragged into his hold forever. As badly as you wanted this forever, it couldn't. This couldn't.

He felt his breathing catching in his throat as you pulled away from him suddenly. His body cold without you flush against him. Defeat filled him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Drake," You stood my the door. A shake stayed in your hand as you reached for the door handle. Refusing to meet his eyes, the posture you held - it was easy for him to see that this wasn't embarrassment or regret, it was the wish for this to be an occurrence but feeling like you couldn't.

Tim had laid his cards on the table, he expressed how he felt for you, just like Dick suggested. He had done everything in his power to keep you close and it seemed that his acts only pushed you away further.

For the first time in a long time, Gotham believed her. They looked past the headline that was made of her a week ago and saw that she was the person that Gotham needed. They asked her serious questions like what her company's future was going to be like, where she was getting this funding - not who that man was that she went home with.

Her plan, though risky, had worked. She was getting treated like the CEO that she was, not the little girl that she was four years ago. Though Tim was worried, he was also proud of everything she accomplished. However, with her sudden changes, that put his own company in a tough spot. He was suffering, and it was because of her.

So what was he to do? Push back? Take away everything that she worked so hard to accomplish? That would have been an act of war, one that he wasn't willing to risk. For now, he pushed forward with his own plans, not rushing and not delaying them. There was nothing else that he could do.

Not to mention that his Gala that he was hosting was only two days from now. Everything had been set - except for the fact that (Y/N) still hadn't given him her confirmation of coming. She was right, it had been four years of knowing each other and not once had she shown up. Why would she now?

Why was he disappointed this time that she wasn't planning to make an appearance? Tim found himself going to her more often. He wanted to spend time with her outside of just fucking. It seemed that he had been pushing his luck with her anyways. Deep talks when their sex was over, longer times together. They never used to do that.

So why now? Why after all this time was he pushing to be with her more. Why was she letting him? Time after time she always told him that no one could know. What they had was purely in secret, and most importantly what they had was just sex. Nothing besides sex, they weren't supposed to be even friends.

Why did Tim consider her one of his best friends? She was the person that he wanted to go to when times were hard. Sure he had Conner and Bart, but sometimes they just didn't understand his issues the same way that she did. She always seemed to know what was right.

Tim wiped his hands down his face and let out a tired groan. He wanted this week to be over already. Aside from this stupid gala he had to do, he had plans with his friends. It had been a long time since he had seen the Titans and he missed them.

Not as much as he missed her.

"Mr. Wayne?" His secretary buzzed into his office. Tim snapped himself out of his daze and asked what she had wanted. "You have a call on line one. She didn't say her name." Tim narrowed his eyes - was this someone who knew his secret identity? Someone prepared to threaten Wayne Industries?

Tim grabbed the phone, he never got the chance to speak before the woman spoke. "I can hearing you sighing all way the way in my own building, Tim."

"Ms. (L/N)," Tim smiled at the sound of her voice. He spun around in his chair to look out the window to her own building. If he had a pair of binoculars, he could have seen her standing at her window staring back at her. "What do I owe the pleasure of hearing from you today?" More so, how did she knew that he was just thinking of her?

"I thought I'd give you a bit of a heads up that you've got reporters coming your way wanting to know your opinion about my recent... purchases," she told him. Tim had managed to avoid them for as long as he could, it was no surprise that they would find someway to corner him.

"I appreciate it," Tim thanked her. "Before you go. I just wanted to let you know that you still have an invite to my gala on Friday."

"I gave you my answer and I'm staying by it," She told him after a moment of hesitance. Now more than ever she couldn't go to his gala. She swore that she could hear Tim's disappointment at her answer.

"I can't convince you to?" Tim tried once more. She was unsure if he meant sex or business - either sounded tempting to her. However, having to dress up in heels and act fake around people that supported Tim - and her - sounded terrible. She didn't know how he could host so many.

"Goodbye Tim."

Fuck.

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Friday mornings always seemed easier than any other day of the week. Maybe it was because after that long day of work, it was nothing but relaxation for the next two. It didn't matter, she looked forward to Fridays every week. Except this week.

Tonight was Tim's gala. It was all over the news in Gotham, as well as the front page of every newspaper. Tim's cheery smile filled every media, as well as the kind words he had to say for the reason of hosting. He was raising money to build the new orphanage down town Gotham for the kids on the streets.

Who could say no to that?

To make matters worse, her name also filled the paper. One of the reporters had asked if she was to be attending the gala. Tim answered as kindly as he could - stating that she had already made a massive donation and that she was too busy with her own projects to be able to attend. Of course, they had made her name look bad in order to make his better.

She sighed and turned off the TV as the news reporter called her out for being to preoccupied in her own tower to think of the poor children on the streets. That wasn't the case, that was far from the case. In fact, she was completely free that night and was able to attend. It was the matter of her not wanting to go.

"Mr. William," she smiled as her head advisor walked into the office. He had been close to her parents when they were running the company. Through the years, he became the closet thing to a father figure in her life. "What can I help you with today?"

"It's a matter of what can you help yourself with today, Ms. (L/N)," He sat in the chair. Mr. William couldn't have been much older than fifty. He had a kind smile and the belly of a beer drinker, though she had known for a fact that he hadn't had a sip in twenty odd years. His hair was speckled grey and glasses were always slipping down his nose.

"I think you should attend Mr. Wayne's gala," he admitted. She rolled her eyes at his proposition. "The two of you are friends, good friends. Why not let the people know that you are? Why keep up this charade that you hate each other? Gotham would be far better off if we united with Wayne Enterprises."

She couldn't exactly tell him that she didn't want to whole city to find out that they were fucking on the side. She still didn't even want them to know that they were friends. For years her company and WE had been at war with each other, she didn't want the people to think she was weak for suddenly siding with him and giving up.

"The news is already giving you a bad rep for not attending. It's been four years since you've started here, and not once have you attended. I know you've made you donation but I really think it would help give better morale for you to go. Just think about it, yeah?"

"Thanks, Mr. Williams." He was right. The press was giving her a hard time for never going. They did this every time that he had a gala and she stated that she wasn't going to attend. Why did it bother her now? Why did she know deep down that Mr. William was right about everything? Maybe because he was. Or maybe she was just tired of the charades.

Fuck.

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(Y/N) was nervous quite often. It was a bad trait of hers that she was never able to shake. Throughout the years, she had grown to hide it through false confidence. Press conferences were the worst. She would stand in front of dozens of reporters, all of them ready to pick apart everything she said.

It was impossible not to feel nervous in her line of work. Billions of dollars were on the line every day and one false step and she could lose it all. She had done good work so far, and she had made the people of Gotham believe that she wasn't some shy girl, she exuded confidence - even if it was fake.

However, walking into the the Wayne Gala with an expensive dress and heels that were far higher than she was used to, she wasn't able to keep up the façade. She wore a golden dress that was tight in the chest and loose around her legs. A dangerously high slit showed off her legs. Perfectly executed makeup was done that made her eyes gleam.

It wasn't her own eyes that she was worried about, it was the eyes of everyone in that room. Their gaze was glued to her, and it made her incredibly nervous. She wasn't sure if it was because of how she was dressed or because for the first time in four years she had attended Tim's event.

(Y/N) walked through the path being cleared for her and grabbed a glass of champagne off the tray a server held. Tim Wayne stood at the end of her walkway, though he was yet to notice her. He was talking with several other CEO's, laughing as if they were all good friends. She knew they weren't, she knew that he didn't care for them in the slightest.

Tim finally averted his gaze to the gold glimmer headed his way. He had to do a double take to realize that it was in fact (Y/N). Shock was evident in his eyes. To everyone, it would have been because of her arrival, in reality it was the fact that he couldn't believe how incredibly stunning she looked.

Never in his life has he laid eyes on someone so beautiful.

Tim excused himself from the men he was talking to and met you half way to your journey towards him. If there wasn't a room full of people watching, he would have kissed you right there. He wanted to, even if it meant breaking everything that you had hidden for so long.

"Mr. Wayne," she stuck her hand out for him to shake. Tim looked handsome himself. His hair was slicked back, just like Bruce used to wear. He wore a black suit with the exception of a red and golden tie. Someone not from Gotham easily could have mistaken the two of them as a matching couple.

"Ms. (L/N)," Tim shook her hand. He felt like he was stuttering over his words. "I thought you weren't coming."

"I was convinced," she answered. Tim wasn't sure if it was because of himself or someone else. Either way, he was glad that she came - and that he was able to see her in such a beautiful gown. "This is quite the event that you have. Beautiful."

"So are you," he blurted out. She glared at him, worried that someone had heard his comment. Tim felt his face flare up with embarrassment and anxiety. She looked beautiful, and he felt like a fool for not being able to pull himself together. "Uh, thank you. For coming, and for the donation. It means a lot to me for you to be here."

"I'm not here for long, Mr. Dr - Wayne," she took a sip of her champagne. In fact she didn't want to be there at all. As soon as she walked through the doors and all eyes were on her she wanted to leave immediately. If she was going to make it through that night at all, she was going to need more than one glass of the champagne.

"Well, while you are, may I have this dance?" Tim stuck his hand out for her to grabs so he could lead her to the ballroom floor. She hesitated. Pictures. News. Media. Gossip. She hated the thought of it all. This past week had been focused on getting her attention away from silly rumors like this. All that work was going to be washed away if she accepted his offer.

It felt like everyone was staring daggers at her. She could feel the eyes of everyone in that room. Tim never asked people to dance, and he was asking her the second that she walked through that door. It was going to make the headline, and she was sure that it wasn't going to be the one she wanted.

To her surprise, she accepted. Her hand rested in his palm and she set her half empty glass down on a nearby table. Just as she expected, everyone watched as he led you to the dance floor. Flash of cameras, murmurs of people talking to one another. After four years of not showing up - within the first ten minutes she was already dancing with her worst enemy.

Tim's hand was hot against her waist. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, remembering just how those hands touched her only a few nights ago. Now was not the time to be thinking about it, but she couldn't help the burning feeling of desire rake through her. Why did he have to affect her like this?

"Ignore them," Tim whispered. He assumed she was suddenly anxious of the others, not that she was suddenly wanting to rip his clothes off. She met his eyes, baby blues that always seemed to find some sort of hidden emotion that she tried to keep down. "Why'd you come?"

"Would you believe me if I said I came here to sabotage you?" She raised an eyebrow. Tim suddenly spun her around. Her back was against his chest and her arms crossed over her body. She would have been fine if it wasn't for his tight grip on her wrists. The same grip that held her in place as he fucked her.

"Not for a second," he smiled. Tim twirled her back around to their original pose. She wasn't sure if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. "I know you better than you'd like to admit."

It was true. She hated how well he knew her. When it came to what she was truly feeling, the way that she thought things through, he even knew more about her family than anyone else. He was in every theoretical way, her best friend. It didn't stop her from hating him just enough to keep it to themselves.

"Mr. William thought I should come," she told him truthfully. "I had no intentions of showing up." Tim twirled her again, this time resting his hand on the small of her back so she wouldn't fall. His touches were innocent, but she couldn't stop thinking about when they weren't.

"Can I give you a reason to stay?" Tim questioned. His eyes darted down her body. When looking back to you, his iris' darkened with lust. It seemed to be more than that. The hint of innocence that speckled his face led her to believe that this time, he wanted more than a hook up, he wanted a connection. It made her falter.

Before she could answer, Tim dipped her. The slit in her dress showed off her entire leg as it brushed against his. His grip on her was tight, not daring to let her fall in anyway. Tim was close, too close. She could feel the warmth of his breath fan against her cheek. She was frozen, too in awe of his beauty to move.

The flash of a camera snapped him out of it. Tim pulled her back up to his level and cleared his throat. That was far too intimate with that many people around. She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling awkward under his gaze. He pulled her close once more, continuing their dance.

"There's a couple ideas that come to mind, Mr. Wayne," she chided. In that moment, there was nothing more that (Y/N) wanted than to feel the heat of his hands over her naked body. Maybe it was her own thoughts that were making her uncomfortable in a crowded room rather than the people themselves.

"I hate being called Mr. Wayne," Tim muttered. She knew that - he expressed it to her quite often. Even Mr. Drake just filled him with dread. It only reminded him of his father. "I hate these gala's. They were never my thing, when I was a kid. Hosting them is even worse. I always hoped you'd come to make it more bearable."

"You know why I didn't," she sighed. Throughout their years, there were times that she didn't come simply because she wanted to keep the act up. Others, there were times that there was no need for an act. Tim genuinely infuriated her sometimes. He made choices that effected her company and sometimes herself personal.

As good friends as they were, there was always some hatred in her heart. These past few months seemed to have been different. Longer times spent together, untold secrets. They were closer than every, and yet it still felt like they were miles apart.

Tim suddenly pulled her completely flush against him. His hand rested dangerously close to the curve of her ass. A nearby couple had nearly bumped into them, and would have had he not pulled her in. Unfortunately, it just made her lust of him even more. A few strands of his gelled hair fell down, making him look like the young man that he truly was.

"People are staring," She whispered as he didn't let her leave his hold. The sexual tension between them had to have been evident to everyone in that room. (Y/N) wasn't nearly a good enough actor to make it seem like she wasn't trying to jump him - she just hoped that he was.

"Let them," Tim told her confidently.

"Tim," she sternly spoke. He heaved out a breath of air and let her make a space between them once more. Instantly, he missed her body against his. "Think you can steal a few of those champagne bottles and bring them home?"

"I don't think it'd qualify as stealing if I'm the one who bought them," Tim raised his eyebrows at her sudden request. He watched her eye up one of the trays full of glasses as a waiter walked by. "Why?"

"Grab us a bottle each and I'm all yours for the night. Completely yours, whatever you wish to do."