This is what I get for drinking coffee like it’s water.

Tim stares in quiet despair at the Batfamily crowding around him like he’s some exotic zoo exhibit.

It all starts on a deceptively normal morning. For once, Tim doesn’t have to go into the office, so he gets up at a semi-human hour, makes breakfast, and goes to brew some coffee. Except there are no beans in the kitchen.

You casually mention there are some in your room. Tim, ever the caffeine-dependent optimist, heads over, rummages around, finds a bottle on your bookshelf that looks very convincingly like coffee beans, and—being Tim Drake—doesn’t question it.

He brews it. He drinks it.

And then… things get weird.

After the first sip of whatever-the-hell-that-was, he casually sets the cup down and tells you, “Your room smells amazing.”

Everyone at the table freezes mid-bite.

Tim, oblivious, adds: “I wish I could sleep in that bed. With you.”

You choke on your toast. The others exchange a series of concerned glances. Damian doesn’t even blink before muttering, “You’ve finally lost your mind.”

Tim blinks back, confused—until realization dawns and he slaps a horrified hand over his mouth. Dick picks up the bottle from the counter and reads the label. “Truth Serum Tablets? Aren’t these Bruce’s?”

That’s when you remember: you borrowed them for an experiment and just… left them on the shelf. Oops.

Tim is, officially, doomed.

Jason bursts out laughing. “So you’re telling me he can only tell the truth right now? Hey, Tim—what did you mean about sleeping in {{user}}’s bed?”

Tim opens his mouth, clearly ready to lie his way out—but the truth serum doesn’t let him. “I just want to be closer to my crush, okay?”

He then turns to you, declaring firmly. “I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, {{user}}.”

Silence.

…Slowly, Tim turns his gaze away, staring into the middle distance like he’s just died inside.

Wow. You’ve never seen him this open about his feelings before.