Café Date (Tim Drake x Reader)

Summary: Tim asks you to meet him at your favorite cafe.

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You stared at your phone. The waiter came up to your table and gave you your two orders. One was a caramel macchiato and the other was a black eye coffee. You thanked the waiter and turned your head toward the entrance. The bells rang as the door opened and a new costumer entered. You smiled and waved toward your boyfriend. He looked tired as per usual but he smiled at the sight of you.



“I figured you needed your caffeine”. You gestured toward the drink you had ordered for him.

“Thanks”. He kissed your cheek and sat down across from you. He sighed at the feeling of finally being away from his circus of a family. You took a sip from your macchiato. “So, how’s college life treating you?” He asked.

“It’s been okay”. You shrugged. “But I’ll admit that there are times where I wish you were with me. We barely spend time together”.

“I know”. He sighed and reached to take your hand into his. “It’s just - I’m so busy with the company and -”

“It’s fine, Tim”. You smiled, sensing his stress and worry. “I get that you’re busy. As long as I could have days like these, then I’m fine”.

He stared at you, a part of him guilty about the secrets he is keeping from you. The two of you trust each other with everything, but he doesn’t want you to be part of his other world. The world where he risks his life for the sake of the humanity. He just can’t put you in any danger. He’ll hate himself if anything happened to you.

You put down you drink, leaning forward. Tim could tell that you had something interesting to say. “Guess who got promoted?”

“Seriously?” A smile formed on Tim’s lips. He finally looked awake and not dead tired for the first time today. “Congrats”

“It’ll take some of our time together with college, but at least we could still video call any time”. You shrugged.

Any time. He knew that it would be a bit impossible to do so. You got college and your job to focus on, while he has Wayne Enterprises and patrols as Red Robin. How would he be able to answer your call when he’s fighting bad guys? He sure as hell knows he won’t let any of his brothers cover for him. Especially after the ‘Portal Potty’ incident. You still believe that he got stuck in a portal potty for almost a whole 48 hours.

“-im, Tim!” He looked at you. You called his name about five times now. “What’s wrong?”

Looking at you, he knew that he couldn’t keep his secret from you anymore. Who cares if Bruce finds out, you’re more important to him. You sat there waiting for him to answer. Before he could even say anything, your phone rang.

“It’s my boss” You stared at Tim, silently apologizing and disappointed that your date had to be cut short. “We’ll talk later, okay”

“Yeah” He nodded. You kissed his cheek before leaving the cafe. Tim sat there for a while, recollecting his thoughts. When he finally came to a decision, he stood up and left.

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You hummed as you gathered your stuff to leave. It was late and you still needed to talk to Tim about earlier. He looked so deep in thought that your curiosity couldn’t help but wonder about what was on his mind. Whatever it was, you knew it’s serious. Just as you headed out of your work, you got a text from Tim.

Meet me at the cafe

Smiling, you began to head over to your favorite spot. The Gargoyle Cafe was where the two of you met and eventually became friends. The both of you were complete strangers and now you’re lovers. It’s a special place for you both.

When you entered, you noticed that it was completely deserted. No employees, no customers, the lights were dimmed, it was just you. Looking around, you didn’t spot Tim anywhere. Taking out your phone, you sent out a text.

I’m here, where are you?

Sighing, you placed your bag down and walked toward the counter to make yourself some coffee. That was when you heard a noise behind you. Turning around, you gasped at the sight of the vigilante Red Robin. You placed a hand over your heart.

“Jesus, don’t you know how to introduce yourself?” You ran a hand through your hair. Staring at him, you began to assume why he’s here. “Ah.. look, I know that this seems like I’m robbing the place, but trust me, I’m just here to meet my boyfriend. He probably got all of the employees to leave so we can talk in private, he’s quite rich. So, if you’re here to arrest me or something, you don’t need to. I’ll just leave and call him to meet me somewhere else”

Tim couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. You rambling on and explaining is one of many things he adores about you. He reached behind you and turned on the machine for you. You stared at him, confused about his reaction. “Make mine black, would you please?”

He turned away and went to sit at the table Tim and you always sat in. He sat in Tim’s spot. Your eyes squinted in confusion as you turned to continue making coffee. It was quiet. You two didn’t bother to exchange words. You were too busy wondering where Tim is. He was too busy humming and looking at some sort of vigilante gadget of his.

But the moment a song began to play through the speakers, you froze. It’s the song that he was humming, the one that was playing when you first met Tim.

Turning around, you continued to eye the young cape crusader. Something about him felt familiar. You just couldn’t put your finger on it. Walking up to him, you sat down across from him.

“Sorry if I sound rude, but why are you here?” You asked, leaning forward. He stared at you. No response. You figured that he was trying to think of something to say.

“To get some coffee”. He gestured toward the entire place. You looked at him with an expression that let him knew that he was lying. He stared at you through his mask. “You know, this song isn’t all that great. Have any requests, I could hack this place?”

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“Ugh this song” You grunted in your seat. Your professors were causing you some stress so you came into the Gargoyle Cafe to clear your head.

“I know right” You turned to a boy your age taking a sip of his coffee. He looked like he didn’t have a wink of sleep. He looked at you, a smirk forming on his lips. “You know I could hack this joint and play a different song. Have any requests?”

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You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You stared at the masked hero in shock. The two of you sat there in silence. The smell of the coffee brewing surround you both. He could tell that you were having a hard time processing this. You probably were doubting yourself right now.

So he took off his mask.

It was as if you jolted awake from a deep sleep. You had stood up, knocking over the chair, gasping, hands covering your mouth. Tim stared at you. Smiling sheepishly, eyes pleading for you not to get mad.

“Is this a dream?” He heard you whisper to yourself. “This has to got to be a dream. Please tell me this is a dream, or that I’m on some sort of drug right now that is making me hallucinate weird shit because holy fu -”

“Hey, it’s fine, calm down”. Tim stood up, placing his hands on your shoulders, causing you to stop rambling. “You’re not dreaming and you’re not on any drugs - well not that I know of. You didn’t take anything while working right?”

“Yup, you’re Tim”. You nodded your head as if now being fully convinced. Glancing at him, you slapped his shoulder. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“So you’re not mad?” He stared at you, hoping to hear that you didn’t hate him and wanted to break up. You stared at him. So many emotions were flowing through your head. You were upset about him keeping a secret, understanding why he kept it a secret, worried because he could’ve died and you wouldn’t have known what happened to him. Crossing your arms, you shook your head.

“No”. He smiled and finally relaxed his shoulders. Pulling you into a hug, you couldn’t help but smile and hug back.

You were happy to know that Tim trusts you enough with this secret. He knows you won’t tell anyone and that it would be easier to go on his patrols without lying to you. Though you did tell him that if you saw any large and serious injuries, you’ll drag him to take at least a two week rest. Knowing that there is no point of arguing with you, he agreed. You smiled and went back to get the coffee.

As Tim changed the music and you placed the cups of coffee down on the table, a sudden realization came over you. You looked at Tim with a serious gaze that made him panic just a bit. “So were you locked in a portal-potty for two days or -?”

“Oh my god (y/n)!” He groaned.

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