What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Decrypted

Weeks Later...

Tim's P.O.V

I hadn't been able to sleep ever since the Titans rescued me. I can't get all things they told me, the things they did, out of my head. N.O.W.H.E.R.E. poisoned my mind with harsh things and now here I am, more sleep deprived than ever.

(Y/n) was snuggled against my chest, sleeping soundly. She didn't know this but for the last few weeks, I haven't been sleeping as much as she thinks I have been.

I let a shallow breath escape from lungs. As much as I didn't want to wake (Y/n), I knew I wasn't going to sleep for the rest of the night. I removed (Y/n) from my chest and climbed out of bed heading to my desk where my computer was located.

I sat down at the desk and turned on the device. As I waited for the machine to turn on, I massaged my temple before running a shaky hand through my messy hair. After putting in a password that was almost impossible to break, I began looking at everything that seemed so foreign to me. I stared wearily at the files and cases I had been working on and it made me realize just how much I've missed this, the feeling of finally making a difference.

You see, these last few weeks, I've been in a standpoint in which I haven't been able to work, nor think in a clear state of mind. I tried to seize the horrid thoughts from my brain and continued on with a file that I hadn't seen in a while. I remember I was looking into it just a little before I was imprisoned. A series of attacks caused be rebellious metahumans put the city in fright. I had been tracking down the group and had finally had a location, but as of today, they were most likely gone from the location I had once acquired. From what I know, they are teenagers, some of them adults, who just have a motive to terrorize the city, and it's working. The metahumans usually appear at public events, ones where there is a speaker or public announcer. The group of rebels doesn't attack till usually the end of a speech until then, they remain unknown from the crowd below.

"What are you doing up?" (Y/n)'s soft tone rang in my ears, making my breath hitch.

I turned around toward (Y/n), a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and hair tossed messily "You look lovely," I tried to distract her from the main point, but she didn't seem to buy it.

"Don't try and change the subject," I sighed turning back around to face the bright screen and began to type some things. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around my shoulders and rested her chin upon it, "Timothy, what's wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep," I answered continuing to type at a rapid pace.

"That's pretty obvious," she spoke, walking around the chair and sat on my lap. (Y/n) looped her arms around my neck and relaxed against my chest, "Which case is this?"

I didn't really expect her question or neither her actions. I would've expected her to drag me back to bed by the ear, not sit here and ask me questions about the case I'm not supposed to working on. "The metahuman attacks," I stuttered out.

She sighed, "Have they got any worse? I haven't checked the file in a while." I nodded in response.

Thirty minutes had passed by, the time read 4:27, and (Y/n) was still cuddled up against me. "Tim, C'mon, let's go to bed." she tried to reason with me.

"I can't," I shook my head, "I didn't realize how much I've missed while I was recovering." I lied through my teeth. Although it wasn't all a lie.

She placed a warm hand on my cheek and turned my head to face her, "Why do I get the feeling that's not the problem."

"I'm fine," I shook her hand off my face. I really didn't want this conversation to go on. It's not that I found it embarrassing, I just didn't feel comfortable talking about my thoughts.

"Timothy if you were fine you wouldn't be waking up at 4:00 am," she implied. She did have a good point.

"I don't want to talk about it," I stated.

"You know what Tim," she started calmly, standing up and pulling my hands from the keyboard, taking them into her own, "I'm not going to force you to talk. You never force me to, so I won't force you, but I'm positive this has to do with what N.O.W.H.E.R.E. did to you. And I get it, it's hard to talk about something so dark, something so scary. And you may not want to admit it now, but you're scared, Tim. N.O.W.H.E.R.E. proved they were strong when they captured us, and when they held you, prisoner, it proved them only to be more terrifying. I know how it feels to be scared, but during that time I wasn't alone. I had you."

I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into the crook of her neck. She stiffened at first but soon returned the hug, her arms around my neck. A long shaky breath escaped my lips, (Y/N) seemed to notice this and comforted me, entwining her fingers in my hair.

We didn't speak until we pulled away. (Y/n) looked into my eyes that were covered by my hair. She smiled and moved a hand up to my face, and moved it out the way, "You need a haircut, Timmy."

We both let out a full-hearted laugh. She grabbed onto my hand and slowly tugged it, "Can we lay down now?" I nodded, turning off the computer and following her to the bed.

I have to admit, I finally slept well that night and everything might have remained good if I had known about the message that was being sent to me.

A message that needed to be decrypted...

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I'm sorry guys. It's been really rough. I don't even feel like self anymore. It's like when I want to write I can't.

I really do want to finish these books and I'm going to do whatever I can to do so. All I'm asking for is patients.

Thank you all for everything!

-💙Nightingale

Ps: I'm already working on a part two ;)