51 with tim drake please
51. Things you said as we danced in our socks
(Also I turned this into a drabble bc it was too cute for headcannon format)
“You know its bad luck for the groom to see the bride on their wedding day.” he laughs as you both rock back and fourth on the cold hardwood floor.
“Hey its only 10, technically we still have two hours.” you say as you spin into his arms.
“Ah, thank god for technicalities.” he says as you waltz around the room pressed tightly together.
You two take a corner two sharply and slip onto Tim’s bed with a squeal. He pulls your face onto his chest quickly to muffle your laughter as he fights back his own.
“Shhh! If Dick hears us he’ll make you leave, he’s a stickler for tradition.”
You bite back your laughter and nod. Tim leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips before you were interuped by three loud knocks.
“Separate rooms you love birds! You can see each other tomorrow at the ceremony, I refuse to have any bad luck on the horizon!” Dick shouts through the door.
Tim lets out a sigh, “Better go back to bed before he kicks down the door.”
You let out a small groan and stand up.
“Alright, goodnight Mr. Drake.” you say, giving him a small peck.
he returns it with a small smile, “Goodnight Mrs. Drake.”