DC Comics Imagines 2

Tim Drake x Reader

Dedicated to Minnowpelt

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   Y/N'S POV

  Despair. Pain. Emptiness. Loneliness. Those were all the things I felt. I was in a hospital bed, holding on for dear life, while the doctors furiously did everything they could to keep me alive.
See, I had something called Hanahaki Disease, (which I just learned about; I apologize if anything is wrong) which was quite complicated in some ways.   The short version was it was a disease that you received when you were in love with someone, but they couldn't return it.
  It made you sicker on the inside, and the only way it could be cured was if the person loved you back.
The person I loved was Tim or Timothy Drake, whom I had known for a very long time now. We always had each other's back, but I wanted so much more than to just be Tim Drake's friend.
I knew if he wasn't in love with me, then he had to be in love with Stephanie or some other talented female he previously met through his hero work.

  The main doctor rested her hand on my shoulder and said,"Hang in there, dear. We're trying everything we can to help you. Do you know if he's coming to see you?"

  I shook my head and leaned back on my pillow, which I had grown to get accustomed to for the last few months. Tim had come to visit me a couple of times, but it made my condition worse every time he brought Stephanie with him. Stephanie and I were cool with one another, but you know how it went when you loved someone.

  Doctor Thomas Elliot, who was a well-known friend of Bruce Wayne, said,"Hey, you guys go ahead and take your breaks. I'll watch Y/N."

  Everyone walked out, and Doctor Elliot pulled out a chair in front of my bed.

  He noticed my facial expression and looked me in the eyes saying,"Y/N, have you ever tried actually telling Timothy how you feel? I don't know him as well as Bruce or you would, but I know Tim and Bruce have quite a few things in common. If anything, I can tell Timothy cares about you. You're just going to have to maybe come out of your comfort zone, in order for him to come around."

  I nodded, and Doctor Elliot said,"I know you're tired of being here, and I know your parents are as well. Bruce, he's trying to remain calm, but he's worried."

  "Who's worried?"

  Doctor Elliot and I stopped talking to see Tim standing at the door, but Stephanie was not with him. I immediately praised Jesus in my head and coughed up some blood, to which Doctor Elliot was quick to put a bucket in front of me.

  I weakly thanked Doctor Elliot, and Tim looked at me with concern.

  He asked me,"Is it getting worse?"

  I nodded and explained to him,"Y...Yeah. It...It hasn't gotten any better. W...What are you...you doing here?"

  Tim said,"I'm here to be your support. Bruce called me."

  I looked at Doctor Elliot, and he just smiled, before he walked out of the room.

  Okay, Y/N, now or never.

  Tim sighed and looked me in the eyes saying,"I feel like I'm responsible for this, Y/N. I know you're upset with me, because I spend time with Stephanie. I'm really sorry. I...I really want to help. Well, do whatever I can to help."

  I admitted to Tim,"Tim, I...I love you."

  Tim nodded and replied,"I know, Y/N."

  I frowned, because I didn't understand the meaning of what he had said. Did he mean like he had always known, or he knew and he just had no interest in me at all?
  I felt my heart rate immediately slow down, along with my system that seemed to be breaking down by the second.

  Tim noticed how I was struggling to breathe, and he said,"No. No. You're not about to leave me, Y/N."

  Tim leaned over me and moved my hair out of my face, then he said,"I said I know, because I had assumed you meant as a best friend or even family bond. I didn't understand what you meant, until I went home and thought about it for weeks. When you first told me, I was with Stephanie. I felt like there was no way I could possibly feel the same, but I was so wrong. Seeing you like this. Having to see you like this has been torture enough for me. Y/N, I love you, too, and I'm sorry I'm the cause of all this."

  Tim leaned in slowly and kissed me, even though my mouth reeked of blood. Tim ignored it and I kissed him back, but then that was when I had felt something on the inside: Hope.
  I had lost hope so long ago, but now I knew I had to chance to recover. I knew Tim loved me and my heart knew it, too, which is what I needed.

  Tim slowly pulled away, and I hugged him.

  He mumbled,"I'll be here for your surgery, all right? Promise."

  Tears of joy fell down my face, and I replied,"Thanks, Timmy. Thank you."