tim drake x
male reader
no warnings
just the reader
having friends that
invade his privacy
THE MALE ROLLED his eyes, grabbing another fry while watching his friends investigate his phone. At first it started with them just playing Subway Surfers but then they'd decided they wanted to meddle through his phone. They knew the password already so it took no struggle opening it.
The people around the lunch table could hear the annoyed sighs coming from Y/n, while his friends [friend name] and [friend name] giggled, going through his text messages.
"Who's T.D?" One of them asked, raising a brow while showing off y/n's phone screen to him as if he didn't know his own contacts. "It's just my tutor." He mumbles. "Tutor? Oh really? 'Hey babe we still on for tomorrow? Love you.' Tutor my ass." They say, reading it aloud.
Y/n's eyes widen as his ears go a slight shade of pink. "Shut up bitch." He glares. The other one of his friends is thinking aloud. "T.D. T.D.... hmmm. HOLY SHIT! Tim Drake!" He yells loudly, as if the whole cafeteria can't already hear them. Y/n groans, hiding his head in his hands. "Shut up for fucks sake!" He whisper yells, through gritted teeth. "You're dating Tim Drake? The adopted son of Bruce Wayne? Dude that's crazy! Didn't know he liked guys."
Y/n wanted to murder them at this point, but was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see his boyfriend in the flesh, red as a tomato- no redder then that.
"Can you guys shut up? The whole cafeteria can hear you."
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pluto projector | batfam imagines
Fanfictionimagines, head canons, and more in this book with the batfam. dedicated to miles, who made me post this. so sorry for the mistakes.
