Drunk Texting | T. Drake ✔

[45]

I: you can come over if you want.

T: you sure?

I: positive.

I: I just have to get done with a report but I'll manage it before you arrive.

T: tell you what, don't do it. Let me take a look too. We'll get all the reports finished in no time if we work together.

I: as you wish, sweetheart.

***

Tim swung inside the Batcave instead of walking through the entrance as usual, almost crashing into Damian who sent him a rather hostile glare. Patrol had just finished but in spite of that, Tim wasn't feeling tired at all. It was surprising to him because he was currently on break from strong black coffee still his systems functioned just as well on milk coffee.

"Watch where you're landing, you uncontrollable rocket of doom," Dami remarked but went back to untying the laces on his boots.

"Oops, sorry," he replied as he took off the cowl and placed his boots in the rack, heading to the bathroom.

"Forgot your phone, dumbass!"

He spun around just in time to catch his phone that Damian had thrown without even taking a correct aim, as if purposefully to break it, "throw it like you throw batarangs next time."

"So that it breaks your jaw? Would be a pleasure."

Tim chuckled knowing full well that it was his habit to pass such sour remarks at him. However, he saw an unread message from Irina so before stepping into the shower, he clicked it open.

You can come over if you want.

Tim was a little surprised noticing that it was rather late at night but a smile spread on his face nevertheless as he typed: you sure?

Positive. I just have to get done with a report but I'll manage it before you arrive.

He was about to reply back but paused upon hearing Dami's unmistakably annoyed voice from outside the door, "stop wasting the water, Drake, or else I'll break open the door."

"I'm not wasting water, I haven't even turned on the shower yet. And don't you dare come near this door."

"Oh yeah? You have five minutes to get done with your shower. And I'll let you know again that the threat is very much real. On the sixth minute, the door will burst open, mark my words."

Tell you what, don't do it. Let me take a look too. We'll get all the reports finished in no time if we work together. He quickly typed out the reply and placed his phone at the counter so that it wouldn't get wet. Lukewarm water ran down his back as he scrubbed off the dirt and ashes from his skin, a rather common aftermath of patrol in Gotham.

Seconds later the notification tune sounded on his phone again, informing him that she had replied.

"Are you texting your girlfriend? Such a shame, Timothy Asshole Drake, I've been patiently waiting out here for you to come out and instead you're sharing with sweet nothings with your beloved," Dami's foot collided with the door and Tim quickly rinsed off the shampoo from his hair.

"I'm coming, Mr Grinch, and no kicking please. Trust me you wouldn't want to see me naked."

"Of course not, I don't want to be scarred for life."

Turning off the shower, he grabbed the towel quickly drying himself off before hastily putting on his casual clothes because he knew that Dami was rather unpredictable and he didn't want to give him an opportunity to embarrass him again.