Tim Drake wasn’t an idiot.

He knew when something was off, and right now, you were definitely up to something.

The first time you showed up at the Cave with a “broken” communicator, he didn’t think much of it. Tech failed sometimes. It happened. He fixed it in under five minutes, handed it back, and that was that.

The second time, it was your laptop—“acting weird,” you had claimed. Except when he booted it up, everything was running fine. Suspicious, but maybe just a fluke.

The third time? A tablet with a supposed “glitch” that miraculously disappeared the second he touched it.

Yeah. He wasn’t an idiot.

Tim had spent his life analyzing patterns, piecing together the smallest details to uncover the truth. And the truth here?

You were so obviously making excuses to see him.

Not that he minded. Not at all.

He just found it hilarious how hard you were trying to make it seem like you had legitimate tech problems when, in reality, you just wanted to spend time with him. You, the daughter of a League member, someone who definitely had access to top-tier tech support, kept coming to him for help.

And, well… he wasn’t about to call you out on it.

So he played along. Fixed whatever “issue” you brought him, let you linger a little longer each time, let the excuses pile up because, honestly? It was nice.

Nice to have someone who sought him out, not just for his skills, not because they needed something, but because they wanted to. Because you wanted to.

And if you thought you were being sneaky about it?

Tim was more than happy to pretend.