Love Birds [Batboys boyfriend scenarios]

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

This book will have two endings! 

 Thanks so much to ZeEetaraa for requesting this! ❤❤ 

 Request: "Y/N is an artist in Gotham but when bruce the playboy decided to hire Y/N to work at them as a painter so then a few months she got close to the 4 brothers and Tim started to fall in love with Y/N but when he confessed to her she didn't expect what Y/N said so secretly Y/N was bisexual and has a crush on Stephanie Brown and Tim." 

 I did tweak it though so that you will choose who you end up with. Please make sure to go and follow my partner in this book the4robins she is amazing and is underrated! Thanks, and Enjoy!

Warnings: LGBTQ+, some light cuss words, Marvel references 

 Any names here are purely chosen by coincidence, if it's your name then change it 

 Word count:3883 

 Written by Lin 

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(Y/N POV): 

          I sighed as I helped my art teacher pack up the art show gallery, "Tired?" Ms. Cadence smiled, I nodded my lips curved up into a sleepy smile as I suppressed a yawn. By the time we were done, I picked up my phone to text my mom telling her that I was ready to go. I was shocked to see that the time read '10:08 p.m.' time really had flown by. The Gallery opened for the school and public around 6 o'clock and we closed at 8:30 p.m. "We sure did make a lot of money for the Art School," Cadence said absently as she smiled counting the money "120,000 dollars," she said looking at me. I stared at her in shock, "120,000 dollars?! How much art was purchased?" I asked as we locked up the Gym and headed to her art room to drink some coffee and watch a movie while waiting for my mom. I knew I'd be there for at least another hour and a half, two hours due to the fact that my mom worked multiple jobs to keep me and my younger twin brothers clothed and fed. Sadly, my Dad had died in combat in the military and Mom had never fallen in love again, she never had the time to. Having said that, I got comfortable in one of Ms.Daniles's bean bag chairs with a cup of coffee and turned on an Avengers movie. Cadence chuckled coming in, sitting in the other one, "Civil War again?" she asked with a brow raised. "Oh come on, you know you simp for Natasha with your gay ass" I teased her. Now normally, students got in trouble for cussing in front of teachers, especially at them, but after hours you could do as you pleased, and since Cadence was your aunt she could care less. Cadence shook her head with a laugh, "Hey, I would love to date, Scarlett Johansson,". I laughed at her comment, what man or woman wouldn't want to date the attractive actress, I certainly wouldn't complain, but alas, I am 16 years old and she is 20 years older than me.

         At around midnight, Cadence decided to drive me home, seeing as my mom had been home an hour and had probably passed out from exhaustion on the couch. Cadence stopped at the curb in front of our apartment, "Thanks Cadence" I said hugging her, "Tell Bianca I said hi," I said referring to her fiancé. She smiled and kissed my head, "I will, and be sure to take care of Emma for me," she called to me as I closed the door. I nodded and waved watching her drive off before jogging up my stairs and into my apartment. Sure enough, there was my mother, Emma, still clad in her diner apparel which was stained in grease, her long wavy brown hair which was once always kept in a nice and neat braid was tangled and shaggy. She used to have bright blue eyes that would sparkle and she would flash her beautiful toothy smile every time she would see Dad, but now, it was a rarity to see those. Sure she would smile when she would see Zach, Max, and Me, but she didn't have the same sparkle in her eyes and you could tell that her happiness was forced and that she was wearing a mask. Even I had changed since Dad died, Dad was the one who inspired me to paint, to create stories through art, if it weren't for him I probably wouldn't have scribbled and shaded a helicopter on my parents' bedroom wall as a 10-year-old, but when he died, I didn't have as much time for art any more as I would like. Sure I still painted and sketched but not as often. I had to focus on providing for this family. I sighed as I looked around our tiny home, each wall decorated with pictures of us when we were happy when Dad was still with us. Looking down at my mom, I managed to gently wake Mom and helped her to her room and get changed. Before I could even say 'Good Night' I heard her gentle snores and couldn't help but smile to myself as I looked at her, "Sweet Dreams Mom," I whisper then kiss her forehead. By the time I had made lunch for the boys tomorrow, checked the stove making sure it was off, and made sure that Zach and Max were asleep, it was 1:24 a.m. and I had to be up by 5:30 a.m. . Sighing I went to my room and got changed and turned off my light after kissing my father's dog tags and drifted asleep.