Multifandom Oneshots

Tim Drake [Batman]

title: Kiss Me Better

Tim Drake x Reader
Batman

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"Hey, could you pass me another egg? The other one broke in my hands," Steph sheepishly asked her baking buddy, (Y/N), who was scanning the pantry for chocolate chips.

"Another one? Alright, just remember that we're running low due to Damian's diet," (Y/N) handed her the egg, carefully placing it in her hand so that they wouldn't need yet another egg to replace the countless broken ones. "By the way, have you seen the chocolate chips?"

"No, Dick probably ate them when he visited yesterday."

"Typical," (Y/N) muttered under her breath and Stephanie laughed.

After mixing all the ingredients (and extracting the eggshells), the dough was rolled into small balls and slid on a tray into the oven, but not before both girls had taxed a portion of cookie dough from the mix.

"I know Bruce has been bugging you about this, but I think you'd suit the hero life. All you need is a bit of training and-" Steph was cut off.

"You know how I feel about that. I'm not getting myself into it, and besides, I'm content with staying back and helping you guys from the cave." (Y/N) said stubbornly with her eyes fixed on the cabinet in front of her.

"Tim and I both think it's for the best. Not getting involved is gonna make things a heck of a lot easier later on at least, when life starts to settle." She continued, and was going to talk more before they both heard a motorcycle pull into the cave downstairs.

By the time Tim had walked into the room from the elevator, the cookies were cooling on the counter. He was still clad in his Red Robin suit which was against the rules that Bruce had explicitly set ('No suits in the house, whether we have guests or not!'), but Tim appeared too tired to care.

"Mmm, cookies." He grabbed a few on his way past despite Steph's complaints, and it was only then that (Y/N) saw the trail of blood that he had left in his wake.

"Tim! What happened to you!" She rushed around the counter and began to examine the cut on his arm, but soon realised that his whole body was littered with scrapes and cuts.

"Oh, nothing. I fell off a-" *yawn* "-building and was pushed through a window, but I'm fine now." He assured her unconvincingly.

Pushing him down into a seat despite his protests, (Y/N) started to remove his suit knowing that he had his boxers and a t-shirt on underneath.

"A bit frisky this evening I see," He joked but earned only an unamused glare in response.

She grabbed a first aid kit that had been left on the counter and began to dab at his wounds with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol which made Tim wince. He silently watched her face as she continued to clean his wounds and bandage them.

"Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself," Tim said after some silence and (Y/N) looked him in the eyes for the first time in the minutes she spent patching him up.

"These wounds beg to differ," She said, closing the kit. "Besides, you're in no state to do this yourself."

"Well," Tim sighed and pouted innocently, "could you at least kiss me better?"

He puckered his lips expectantly, but (Y/N) just rolled her eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Only when you start being more careful on patrol."

Tim pouted again and took a large bite out of his cookie instead.