#red robin request

@werewitchling Can maybe I get 132 for Tim??? I think he would be funny to write this prompt for. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

Fandom: DC / Batman 

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader 

Notes: Still ticking them off my list! But I may take a break tomorrow :P 

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“Game night!” you sang pulling him into the living room. Tim couldn’t help but smile as you danced around him. He knew just by the look in your eye that something was up.

You were scheming something. And he was about to find out what.

Tim’s suspicions were confirmed as you pulled him into the living room of your apartment where there was a blanket replacing the coffee table. The only thing on the blanket was a deck of cards and some poker chips.

“What are we…”

“Strip poker.”

“Wait, what?”

“You told me how much you wanted to play because you didn’t understand the appeal.”

A hazy memory of him mumbling about different “sexy” games floating into his memory. Part of him had thought that was a dream… guess not.

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“A verbal contract was made. Are you really going to break that contract?”

“No” Tim sighed taking a seat on the blanket. “I’ll deal” part of you wondered if he meant just cards or maybe something else as he shuffled the deck.

“YAY” you squealed sitting down cross-legged dancing back and forth in your seat with excitement.

The excitement that slowly faded as you sat next to both your shoes, left sock, and hoodie. Tim was creepily good at this. While you still had one sock and your bright yellow beanie with the large smiley face on it, it was time to take action.

You had one sock left but you also had an ace up your sleeve as the term goes.

“Full House”

“Shoot” you mumbled grabbing the hem of your t-shirt.

“Wait, you have other…”

Tim’s voice was cut off as you placed your shirt next to the pile of clothes you had next to you. “What?” you asked giving him a coy smile as his eyes fell down to that lacy bra you had just gotten.

It was all over from there.

He couldn’t focus, face slightly flushed as he squirmed in his seat. He coughed trying to act all cool like it didn’t bother him.

But oh did it bother him.

You guys had been friends for so long but Tim had always liked you as more than a friend. At first, it had been because he had a girlfriend then you had a boyfriend. Then you were both so deep in your friendship it was like you both couldn’t make it out.

That was beside the fact that Tim knew it wouldn’t work. You were so out of his league. He was this nerdy kid who spent more time with his face glued to a computer screen than breathing while you…

You were the most amazing girl he had ever met.

He pulled his legs closer to himself praying you wouldn’t notice. Prayed he could make it out of this game alive.

You won three rounds.

Tim was barefoot and hadn’t looked you in the face since you had taken your shirt off.

Doubt was slowly filling your mind. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe he didn’t like you the way you liked him. It was possible after all he was so cool. The self-made robin not to mention probably the best detective that was never born.

And you were just you.

You had this grand plan in your mind where you would both play this game and he would see how hot you were and confess how he loved you. But now you were just sitting there in your bra feeling like an idiot.

“I… we can stop” you mumbled looking away.

“Wait… what?” Tim mumbled breaking out of his own thoughts.

“This was a dumb idea, plus I’m cold.”

Tim stood up grabbing you a blanket from the couch handing it to you. That was when you noticed how tight his pants were.

Oh, fuck it.

Getting up as well you reached for the blanket then decided it was now or never. All in. show your hand.

Leaning forward you kissed him.

And to your delight, he kissed you back as he wrapped you in the blanket pulling you closer to him.

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