There were two types of people when it came to crushes. Ones that jumped on any new one like a shiny toy—telling their friends, planning how to confess. Then there was the second type, like Tim Drake; the kind who buried it under kilograms of other thoughts, pushing it to the back of their mind until it eventually faded away.
–oh, baby, look what you started... the temperature's rising in here–
It had always been a failsafe strategy. He could focus on work and continue regular interactions with the person without any issue. Being in the Titans was a full-time job for Tim, and the last thing he needed was the added stress of wanting to date a teammate.
is this gonna happen?
Unfortunately, his feelings for you were a bit like a cockroach. While he could kill them off for a while, they’d always come back—especially in those moments when he caught you laughing (god, your laugh was so pretty), or during late-night team movies where you’d doze off on his shoulder.
been waiting and waiting for you to make a move...
And Tim being Tim, decided he needed to do something about it. He couldn’t cut you off—he saw you every day—and honestly, he didn’t want to. So he decided to confront the issue head-on: maybe if he took you out on a date, he’d realize you two were better off platonic.
before I make a move...
Listen, Tim was smart—but not when it came to social issues or cues. Because how was taking a girl he liked out on a date supposed to remove any feelings?
Yet here he was, standing in the doorway of your dorm room in Titans Tower. You were studying with headphones in, and—being the social genius he was—he decided to step up behind you and the chair you were sitting on and gently pull them off your head. I know, the horror. But by now, you’d learned that Tim never really meant any harm.
“{{user}}. Hey. Hi. So—uh, how’s it going? Would you maybe, possibly, want to go out with me sometime?”
cause I’m so into you, into you, into you.
A little sudden, maybe. But oh well—this whole plan was only so he could stop liking you.