a night at wayne manor
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pairing: tim drake x gn!reader aka “bug” synopsis: tim convinces his partner to spend the night with him. little did he know, the night would take a turn. warnings: light swearing!! wc: 2.7k a/n: as always, much love and thank you so much for reading. reblogs & likes are appreciated. feel free to send any feedback, questions, or requests to my inbox <3 — ★
Friday has been your favorite day for almost a year. You don’t work, you don’t have class, and you get to spend the evenings snuggled up with your lovely boyfriend. Recently, the two of you have been obsessed with the X-Files, which was currently playing on your TV. You shifted slightly in your sleep, causing Tim to hold onto you tighter. It was all so perfect.
So peaceful.
That peace was suddenly disrupted when the sound of a crash and a string of swears erupted throughout your entire apartment. Tim, significantly more alert than you, shot up out of bed and into the hallway. He quickly returned, slamming the door and cursing up a storm in the process. Tired and embarrassed he quickly dressed himself with his clothes from your floor.
Now aware of the commotion, your eyes shot open. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Fully clothed, Tim paced with his hands in his hair. “Your…” He started to speak as the red on his face deepened. “Friends—”
Two quiet knocks cut him off. He stopped dead in his tracks, his face growing redder by the second. “Hey, we didn’t see anything. I swear.” The voice belonged to your roommate. It sounded as if they were holding back laughter.
“He’s crazy ripped…” One of your other friends said loudly.
“Were those eggplants on his boxers?” Another friend asked in a fit of laughter. You covered your face with the blanket to hide your own laughter from Tim.
Tim’s blush made its way up his ears and down his neck. “It’s whatever.” He called back, conjuring up all the confidence that he could. “No worries.”
“Oh, by the way, we’re about to start playing music soon. Just let us know if it’s too loud.” They warned before retreating back to the living room. Tim waited until loud pop music filled the apartment before flopping down onto your bed. He placed his head on your chest and sighed.
“What happened?” You finally asked, running your fingers through his hair.
“There was a crash. I thought maybe someone broke in. Didn’t think, just ran out there. Only to see your friends failing to put up the photo booth.” He mumbled.
“Awe, baby. Are you embarrassed?” You purred.
He glared at you with a pout.
You kissed his cheek before pushing his head away. “Oh, no,” you deadpanned, sitting up. “Now my friends know that you’re secretly shredded and wear eggplant boxers. Weird, by the way.”
“You bought them for me?” He sassed, genuine confusion in his voice.
You raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”
“Whatever?” He laughed with an eye roll. Adjusting his position on your bed, he asked, “What’s the occasion?”
You sighed. “Nothing special. They just haven’t thrown anything in a while. Something about having to let the noise complaints fade into the abyss first.”
“You guys are sooo getting kicked out.” He said, drawing spirals on your thigh with his finger. “Do you plan on gracing them with your presence tonight, Bug?”
“Hell, no.” You said, sinking deeper into your bed. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near this place tonight.”
Your roommate was known for their parties. These parties got pretty wild. You shuddered at the memories from their last one. Yup, you’d prefer to be anywhere but here tonight.
“Hm…” Tim leaned back, his eyes twinkling as the gears turned in his head. “You should come to my house. Spend the night.”
You laughed loudly, even taking the extra step to hit his arm. “You’re funny.”
“Thanks?”
“No, really.” You laughed harder. “Timmy, I’ve never been to your house. Let alone met your family.”
“No one’ll be home. It’s fine, Bug. Promise.”
“I doubt that!” You snapped. “Your brothers barge into your room when we’re on the phone all the time.”
He was quick to deny that but thought better of it. He scrunched his face. “OK, true. That has happened in the past.”
“Bud, it happened yesterday.”
“Okay well maybe it happens sometimes—just come over, Bug.” He groaned, falling over. He stared up at you through his long eyelashes. “Besides, everyone’s busy. No one’ll be home. Just me and you.”
“Hmm.” You pretended to think. You had already made up your mind but it was fun to drag it on. “Fine. I’ll spend the night.”
“Yes!” he cheered, secretly pumping his fist. You let out a small laugh.
“Guess that means you won’t have to leave super early.”
“What do you mean?” He mumbled against your pillow.
“We’ll be at your house already.”
Tim’s stomach flooded with a guilty feeling. Oh, right. Having to be home early was the reason he told you for leaving in the middle of the night. “Right, Bug.”
He squeezed your thigh with a nervous laugh. He hated that he had to lie to you but it was in order to keep you safe. You could never know about Red Robin. At least not yet.
It’ll be the first time he gets to stay inside with you for the entirety of the night. He’ll make sure he doesn’t have to be Red Robin tonight.
Upon arriving to the Manor, you were in shock. Not only was it huge but also completely empty. No cars in the driveway, no dogs running around, and even no Alfred to greet you at the gate.
You were kind of upset about that part. You were looking forward to the day that you met the infamous butler. Tim smiled as he watched the pure awe in your eyes.
“It’s pretty awesome, right?” He asked with a smile that showed all his teeth. “Want a tour?”
You nodded eagerly. The manor felt like a museum. Each room had its own unique style. You were captivated by the decorative tile and ceilings higher than the sky. “Show me everything.”
At least half an hour passed by the time Tim lead you up the main staircase. He stopped at an enormous family portrait. “Tour concluded.”
“Wow.” You craned your neck to see the full picture. You stared at the portrait, mentally noting which faces were familiar. “Do you all live here?”
Tim shook his head as he started to point out specific people. “Just Alfred, B, me, Duke, and the little one—Damian. The girls have their own places. And those two knuckleheads live elsewhere.”
“I see,” you nodded.
“Yeah, everyone comes around probably more than needed, actually. But for the most part, it’s just us.”
A warm feeling dripped from your heart and into your stomach. You couldn’t hide the excitement pooling up inside you. “Thanks for this. It’s really nice to get to see this part of your life.”
It feels like I know you better.
Tim pulled you into his side, his own chest starting to fill with warmth. “I’m glad you let me.” He kissed the side of your head. “But, now that you saw all of that, do you wanna see my room?”
You grinned letting him lead you down the hall by your hand.
Tim paced around his room with his hands in his hair. Each step he took made the old floor creak. This could not be happening. You were showering a few feet away in his bathroom completely unaware of his oh-so-perfect plan crumbling at his feet.
First, it was Dick’s car. He walked up to the house with a duffel bag. Tim swore under his breath as he creepily watched his brother from his bedroom window. Great, he’ll be here for at least two days.
Then it was Jason’s bike. Tim could hear him coming from at least two miles away. Within minutes, he was stomping around the house with his boots.
Alfred pulled up next. Out of the family car came Duke, Damian, and the dogs. Tim accepted his defeat then.
This is okay, he thought to himself. The water switched off in the bathroom. Tim dropped onto his bed trying his best to hide his frantic nerves.
You exited the bathroom freshly showered and ready for bed. The first thing you noticed was the look on his face. You looked at him through his full-length mirror. “What’s wrong, hon?”
“Nothing…” he started to lie but thought better of it. “Do you hear that?”
With an eyebrow raised, you concentrated hard to hear a sound. The noise began to flood your ears quickly. Hushed voices talking in the room next door and the sound of a petty argument forming downstairs.
From the look on your face, he knew that he was done for. You sighed and plopped backwards onto the bed. “What the hell! You said they wouldn’t be home tonight.” You whined, more upset than angry.
Tim squeezed your hand with an apologetic smile. He could deal with an upset Y/N. An angry Y/N was a different story. “Maybe it isn’t too bad for you to meet my family like this. Yeah, Bug?”
You groaned, irritated that he even tried to joke. “You’re on a roll today, Drake.”
He frowned slightly but quickly locked in when there was a knock at the door. “Shh!” He said before tossing his comforter onto you.
“T—” You said before being muffled. Tim mustered up enough confidence to strut to his door and open it up a slit. His guards went up when he peeked through it.
“Ah, Damian.” He said in a weird voice totally not playing it cool at all. “What brings you to my chambers?”
“Drake.” The younger boy said trying to get a better look into the room. Tim positioned the door to have an even smaller opening. “Who were you talking to in there?”
“My… uh phone..?”
“Right.” His little brother said before turning onto his heels and back into the direction of his own room. You could hear his small footsteps make the hallway floor creak.
Tim slipped back into the room with a sigh. You were amused by the interaction. “Sorry, Bug. I don’t know what that was about.”
“I think he’s very smart.”
“You have no idea.” He said as he deflated into his bed. “Wanna watch our show?”
“No, you are not getting out of this that easily. You—”
“Tim!” The gruff voice that cut you off was coming from down the stairs. It was followed by the sound of boots getting closer.
You quietly groaned into the comforter that was still nearly suffocating you. “Are you—”
“Shh.” Tim shushed you and prepared for Jason to come banging on the door.
“Jason!” A soft-spoken voice yelled. His footsteps were a lot lighter. It was clear that they were now both outside of the door.
“This cannot be happening!” He whined to himself.
You pursed your lips and got comfortable under the blanket. Maturely, you held back the “i told you so” that you so desperately wanted to spit out. You already knew that once the sibling visits started, they wouldn’t stop.
Tim grimaced and cracked his door before the other two could even knock. “What do you guys want?”
Jason spoke first. “This dick thinks that…” his voice trailed off when he noticed how Tim was standing behind the door. “Are you hiding something?”
“No?” Tim questioned, sounding cooler than he did with Damian for some reason.
“You’re so weird, kid.” Jason said. “Anyway, listen—”
“Leave him be, Jason.” Dick sighed. “You can go back to whatever you were doing, bud.”
“What? No he can’t we need him.” Jason said. “Well not him-him but—”
“What?” Tim looked back at you before slipping out the room and closing the door behind him. “I told you that I’m busy tonight.”
Their voices were slightly muffled but you tried to make out what they said. From what you could hear, it sounded as though Tim was ushering his brothers away from the door. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard three sets of footsteps disappearing down the stairs.
Time started to pass. Ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour. You had been scrolling on your phone without even thinking about it.
Suddenly, you sat up and tossed your phone aside. The reality of your night finally settling in. “Did he just leave me?”
You got up from the bed and started to tiptoe to the door. No matter how little pressure you landed with, the old floor still creaked. You stopped moving completely once you finally wrapped your hand around the doorknob.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway returned. You stepped back slightly hoping it would be Tim who opened the door.
It was not.
Damian stared at you with a small scowl. You were immediately rendered uncomfortable never been stared at by a kid like that before. “Dami—” Duke rounded the corner and landed his eyes on you. “Who…?”
“I told you that Drake was hiding someone inside of his room.” Damian said to Duke still not breaking eye contact with you.
You opened your mouth to explain yourself but didn’t know what to say. The kid was 100% right. That’s exactly what was happening.
Duke cleared his throat. “Surely it’s not what you think, Damian. Allow me.”
Damian scoffed. “Whatever…”
“Are you Tim’s friend?”
Deciding that there was no reason to tell them anything but the truth, you sighed. “I’m his partner. We’re dating.”
The two brothers had different reactions but they were both clearly amused. Damian’s eyes crinkled as he looked away to hide his smile. Duke burst out laughing. “Jason’s gonna loveee this.”
You scoffed, slightly offended. “I’m going to act like this isn’t at all insulting…”
“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry that Tim has been hiding you from us. We’re actually really glad to know of your existence. Right, Damian?” Duke asked nudging his younger brother.
Damian sucked his teeth as he shifted between feet. “Yes. We’re glad to know that Drake isn’t a total loser.”
“I’m Duke.”
“Damian.”
“Y/N.”
Duke repeated your name as if he realized something. “You did a project with him or something, right?”
“He told you about that?” You questioned, thinking back to the assignment from last semester that helped you guys meet.
“He talked about how smart you were all the time.” He laughed. “Wow, it all makes sense now.”
Damian snorted which earned him a smack on his shoulder from Duke.
You bit your lip to hide your smile. They were exactly how you imagined them to be from the information that you knew. “Well, I’m glad to finally meet you guys.”
“Likewise. Glad to finally put a face to the lovely Y/N that Tim speaks so highly of.” Duke smiled. “By the way, Tim’s probably gonna be out for a while so if you don’t wanna be alone in the room you can join us. We’re going to head down and play some smash if you’re interested.”
“I’d love to.”
Several hours had passed by and you were having a great with Duke and Damian. Smash somehow evolved into a game Mario Party.
The three of you managed to finish a few rounds before Damian dozed off. Duke fell asleep not long after him.
You covered them both up with the couch throw blankets before falling asleep for a little yourself. The sound of Tim stumbling into the room woke you up. It was sometime passed 3am.
Tim’s expression was a mixture of admiration and amusement. He wasn’t shocked that you had taken a liking to his brothers (you talked about meeting them all the time) but that they had invited you to hang with them.
“What a surprise.” He said, ruffling Damian’s hair. Damian previous scowl had been replaced by a small smile in his sleep. He cuddled into the pillow beneath him. Tim adjusted the blanket laying on top of Duke. “Good job, guys.” He whispered.
“Secret’s out.” You said, adjusting the blanket so that it was only on Damian now. You stretched your legs before touching them the ground. Tim stood above you, smiling.
“Sounds good to me. I can let Alfred know we’ll have a guest joining us for breakfast.” He extended a hand out to you. “Come on, Bug. Let’s go to bed.”
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