~Imagine Tim comes home from a horrible night on patrol~

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You were cleaning up the kitchen washing some dishes when you heard a loud noise that startled you. Quickly you turned around and looked to see that it was just Tim climbing through the window. "Oh, thank god it's only you. You scared me." Once he looked up, his eyes met yours instantly.

The color of his face was drained white, he had a few scrapes, and a small bruise forming on his cheek, but what stood out to you was his eyes, as they didn't have their usual spark. "I didn't think that'd you be awake. I'm sorry." His voice sounded defeated, and his body language was very off. Slowly, he walked over and kissed your cheek before making his way towards your bedroom.

You turned the faucet off and followed right behind him. Leaning against the door frame you crossed your arms. "Don't be sorry. I wanted to stay up and wait for you. Thought maybe you'd be hungry." He looked up and you gave him a small smile.

Watching him get undressed wasn't as exciting as it usually is. "You really didn't have to. Besides, I don't really have an appetite right now." He sighed as he kicked off his boots and went to unzip his suit.

You were frowning at his behavior, it was so out of character especially for him. "But I wanted too." Slowly you walked over and sat on the bed. Feeling the soft fabric with your fingertips, you gripped the sheet tightly.

He started to groan. "Come on you stupid piece of fabric!" Tugging his cape off you watched as he threw it across the room and it collided with the dresser.

Your eyes widened at his anger and quickly stood up to grab his wrists. "Hey! Stop and relax." His skin was hot and you could feel his hands begin to shake.  "What's gotten into you?" He was breathing heavily and refused to meet your gaze. "Look at me." You tilted his chin so that he would face you, and gently took his mask off. "You can talk to me, Tim."

Quickly he snatched his mask out of your hands and tossed it on the ground. "It was just a rough night, okay?" He brushed past you and threw a T-shirt on and pulled up his sweatpants roughly. "Don't worry about it." You scoffed at him.

"Don't worry about it? I know you're not being serious right now." Quickly you gripped his wrists once again. "Tell me what happened." He tried to get out of your grasp, but you squeezed even tighter.

"(Y/N) please, I—let go of me!" You shook your head and cupped his face tightly to make him look at you.

"I'm not letting go of you until you talk to me." It was no use raising your voice at him so you kept yourself calm and collected. His hands snaked around your body and gripped tightly around your waist. He pulled you into a hug, pushing his face into the side of your neck. "Tim what's going on? You're freaking me out I just want to help." Gently you trailed your fingers up and down his back to get him to relax.

"I screwed up (y/n), badly." You felt his body shudder against you as he finally gave in. "Bruce chose me to go with him to scope out a location that was a potential hide out for Riddler." His grip was getting stronger the more he spoke. "When we got there it was heavily locked down. I thought to myself 'hey no problem this will be easy!'  and as I tried to gain access to his main computer, and bypass the security system, I ended up triggering the alarm." You pulled away from him and dragged him towards the bed to sit down.

"So you triggered the alarm. What's the big deal?" He started laughing to himself.

"That's what I thought, but Riddler ran off and now we can't find him, and it's going to be weeks, hell—maybe even months before we find him again." You watched as he played with his fingers and refused to look up. "Once we got back to the cave Bruce chewed me out way harder than usual, and for the first time in my life—I was afraid to say anything. It was like he was taking out all of his pent up anger out on me." His posture grew stiff and he started fiddling with his fingers. "Then Dick and Jason got involved and told him to cool down, but it just turned into one huge fight." His fingers combed through his hair as he laid down on his back.

"Is that why you have that bruise? Did Bruce hit you?" He laughed to himself and your eyes widened. "Tim thats not funny what if-"

"He didn't hit me (y/n) I can promise you that. Bruce isn't like that at all believe me he doesn't need to always fight you to hurt your feelings or bruise your ego." He sighed. "Jason on the other hand is all fists and no brains so he went to swing and hit me on accident." You brushed your fingers lightly over his wound. "It doesn't hurt as bad as it looks." He held onto your hand for a moment leaning into your much needed touch.

"Jason really is something else isn't he? Does that boy ever think before doing anything?" That made Tim chuckle, and thats all you wanted to hear.

"I don't think so. After all of that happened I just left and came home because I didn't want to stick around for another pointless lecture." He closed his eyes just for a moment and took a much needed deep breath.

You laid down next to him and tugged at him. He turned on his side and rested his back up against your chest like a little spoon, and intertwined your hands with his as you held onto him tight.

His heart was fluttering underneath your palms. "He'll get over it—you know that don't you?" It hurt you to see how upset Tim was because usually when he comes home he's all giggles and smiles, but all of that was gone tonight, and he seemed like a shell of himself.

"Yeah, I know." His voice choked, and tears fell silently from his face and his hands gripped onto to you tighter as he broke down. "(Y/n) I...I feel like I can't breathe—" He started to hyperventilate and his chest was rising up and down rapidly. You knew what was happening to him, but he didn't seem to catch on. "What's wrong with me?"

His whole body turned to face you and latched onto your waist as he rested his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath. You held onto his hand and slid it underneath your shirt moving it slowly up towards your chest. "Do you feel that? Focus on my heartbeat. Take a deep breath." Your hands shifted to trace his lips slowly and moved up towards his cheeks. "Take as much time as you need." You could feel the tears streaming down his face as they rolled slowly over your thumbs.

"I feel stupid for crying over something this small." His voice was like a little whisper.

Squeezing him tighter he nudged his face into your neck and you could feel his hot breath tickle down your throat. "Nothing is ever too small or too stupid to cry over. You're feelings are valid, Tim. Please remember that."

"Thank you for listening even when I tried to push you away." His words were slowing down and you could tell he was about to pass out from the mix of his tears combined with over exhaustion. "I don't want you to go." You combed your fingers through his hair gently moving them slowly down to rest on his back.

"Then I won't."