𝒞𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 | Tim Drake

04

04

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Tim's not great with people. That's a no-brainer, he only has so much social battery to go around per day, which is pretty pathetic for a CEO if you ask him. Meetings all day just to go home, be a hermit with a computer for a whole hour, and then dress up like a mentally deficient man in a costume and beat the crap out of people.

But he knows an anxiety attack when he sees one, and the way Clementine is acting isn't exactly normal. She's a happy person, as happy as one could get in Gotham anyways. So, to see her sitting at her desk with her head in her hands tugged so many strings. He's not all too touchy feeling, that's Dick's domain. He gets by with a hug, on most days. So, he communicates the only way he knows that works. Which is coffee. 

He sets the ceramic coffee cup on her desk with a gentle tap. He doesn't want to scare her or make this any worse for her than it already is. His hand lays on her shoulder, gentle as his thumb swipes back and forth against the fabric of her suit jacket. 

I want to show them I can do this alone.

Tim scooted the cup closer, smiling as she peeked beyond her fingers. Her hands slipped from the table to her lap, looking confused.  Her brows pull together as she hesitantly wraps her fingers around the handle.

"What's this?"

"Coffee?" He hums, offering a smile for her troubles. She eyes him before she lifts the cup to her lips. Her brows furrow as she wrinkles her nose, leaning back from the cup and smacking her lips.

"Is this death coffee?"

"Decaff," He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He never drinks decaff, it just sits in his desk alone. She nods, putting the cup down with an amused smile.

"Same thing, but thank you," she cupped her chin with her hand, leaning forward on the desk to watch him. He pulls up a chair next to her, straddling it and setting his chin on its back. "Don't you have papers?"

"I think you're more important than papers," He chuckled, looking down at the mirrored tiled floor just in time to catch her stunned expression. Her cheeks tinting as she looked away, towards his office door.

"Thanks... Tim," She said, clearing her throat. His head lifted to look at her again, propping his chin up in his hand. She sits back in her chair, hands resting in her lap as she looked up at the skylight. "Really,"

"I always thought I'd get old and hate work."

"I think that's just how all kids think," He mused. He remembered a similar feeling. "They're young and indestructible."

She leaned forward to flick his nose with a chuckle, eyes soft as they rolled.

"Some people still think that like idiots who fall down the stairs and take two more Tylenol than what the box says is directed for his weight."

"The box has suggestions-"

"That you should follow." She teased, shaking her head. She'd been so busy caught in the conversation, she never really realized how close their faces were. Her chuckling slowed, and her eyes fall from his line of sight to his lips for a moment before jumping back to his eyes. "In my opinion."

"Which is a great opinion," He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his eyes level with hers. He licked his lips. "If you asked me."

"Asked you what?" A voice interrupted, sending the two what seemed like miles apart. Tim's head whipped to the door as he all but fell out of the chair. A man standing there, hands in his pants pockets with a confused look on his face, head tilted to the side.

"Tim-" Clementine caught his hand, pulling him back into the seat before he fell completely out of it. He blinked at the taller man, processing. He smiled, and there was what appeared to be the stems of Roses peaking around his side, where his hand was hiding behind it. "This is-"

"Henry," He smiled, bowing his head in greeting. "Clem's boyfriend."

Clementine swallowed thickly, standing with a smile. Her walk was brisk, leaving Tim sitting alone to stand next to Henry. He's dressed in a dark-colored henley, dark jeans. Not an office worker. His arm snaked around Clementine's waist as he presented her a bouquet of orange and coral roses.

"Oh, they're lovely." She breathed, smelling them with a smile. "I have to clock out and I'll meet you downstairs?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," He smiled, kissing her forehead without a second thought. Then he turned, leaving her with the roses. Then she turned to look back at Tim.

"Thank you, for the coffee."

"Of course," He cleared his throat as he stood. "I'll clock you out, wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

"Sure," She nodded, smiling softly. "I'll see you tomorrow,"

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