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Alfred picked up the phone, “Hello, this is the Wayne residence, may I take a message?”

“Hi Alfred,” You greeted, “It’s Y/N, and I was wondering if Tim’s around? He hasn't been at school lately, and I’m worried.”

“Ah, Miss. L/N.” The butler greeted, “Master Drake is…” He paused and there was some shuffling on the other end of the line, “… under the weather at the moment. That is why is hasn't been at school. No need to worry, dear.”

“Oh,” you said shortly, Couldn’t they give you credit? You were near the top of the class like Tim… and you had picked up Tim’s voice… “I won’t anymore then, Thank You Alfred.”

“Anytime.” Alfred responded before you promptly hug up the phone. Alfred sighed, before going off to talk with Master Drake.

Which resulted in Tim showing up to school after that weekend. But, he avoided you that whole day. So you, had to practically stalk him as the last bell rang, nearly tackling him into the wall, “Tim,” you hugged him, “Where have you been? Did you get my texts? Or my calls?”  Tim pushed you away, and you put your hands on your hips, “Tim? What is the matter with you?”

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, readjusting his bag’s strap as he went to turn away, “I’m fine.”

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.” You snapped, going to grab his arm only fir him to doge you with a reaction time you didn't expect form him. He stopped though, which you considered a small victory, “What the hell is your problem?”

Tim snorted before he snapped, “Why do you care?”

“Because for some dumb reason I decided to give a damn when we first met each other in middle school.” You snapped right back. “And I want to know why you’ve been ghosting me?!”

Tim sighed and looked up at the ceiling, possibly gaging how far away that ceiling duct was, maybe hoping superman would swoop in and save him. Or some other momentary hope. The only sound for a few moments was your tapping for until he finally broke down -how it always was for you two-and he answered you, “Do you remember that day that I mentioned having feelings for you?” He turned to gauge your reaction.

You instantly paled, you brought your hand to face palm yourself, but you only covered your open mouth before letting out a terrified whisper of, “Holy shit, you were serious…”

Tim looked angry, “Why the hell wouldn't I have been-”

You closed the gap between the to of you and threw your arms around him and planting one on him. Tim froze for a moment before giving in -just like always- and kissing you back. You pulled away and thunked him on his forehead, “You idiot,” you whimpered, “Y/BF/N and I were joking around about staging a confession and run-away to get out of Math class before you walked up. I thought you were just going off from the conversation!”

Tim blushed as he realized his mistake, “O-oh.”

“yeah Oh,” You sniveled, feeling tears of happiness and tears of frustration started to fill your eyes, you hugged him tighter, “Please, don’t ever avoid me like that again! I was scared.”

Tim nodded and kissed the top of your head, “never again, I promise.”

“Good,” You sighed, still crying, as you just needed to get this out of your system, “and when I’m done we’re gonna have to have a talk about you avoiding me just because you thought I friend-zoned you you ass.”