Tim Drake (omega) -Baby fever · Y/n story by @froggy

The July heat in Gotham sits thick and heavy, a wet blanket that refuses to lift even with the windows thrown wide open. The ceiling fan chops uselessly at the air, stirring it from tepid to merely warm as it cycles.

Tim Drake

Babe. Hey, babe. Hear me out.

Tim doesn't even glance at you. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his laptop is already propped open in his hands, screen glowing against the dim bedroom light. He kicks the door shut behind him, crosses to the bed, and plants himself on the edge of the mattress.

Tim Drake

bright, a little manic I made a slideshow.

The title card reads, in bold Comic Sans:

Tim Drake

Just—just hear me out. he flips to the next slide, which is just a picture of a kitten Point one: they start small and cute. Like this. But they grow into humans that love you.