Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader, Damian Wayne x sisterly!Reader
Summary: Tim lost Damian at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you.
Key: Y/N= your name
“Y/N! Sweetie I need you to run to the store,” your mom shouted up the stairs.
“Yeah Mom, I’ll be right down!” You turned off your music and stampeded down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“Here’s the list, remember the roast beef this time, and you can grab some ice cream if you have money left over,” your mom ran through her list then she slapped some money into your hand and sent you on your way to the grocery store.
As you left your car, you looked over the list for dinner and strolled into the store. You meandered though the fruits, grabbing bananas, on your way towards the meat section. You over heard two boys arguing over onions.
“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions,” the small boy stated pointedly.
“It literally says right here that he needs white onions,” the older boy pointed to the list, on his phone, in his hand, “so we’re getting white.”
“Well I like red.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask your opinion.” You chuckled and watched the smaller boy slapped ‘Drake’. “Ouch, you demon.” He was greeted with a tongue sticking out. “Real mature,” he said rolling his eyes.
While the exchange was humorous to you, you had to carry on shopping, your mom wouldn’t want to be waiting forever.
“Master Tim, I’m quite busy taking care of Master Bruce at the moment. Do you mind picking up Master Damian from school and grabbing the makings for dinner,” Alfred asked Tim over the phone.
Tim groaned silently, “Yeah Al, no problem. Just text me the list.”
Tim hated driving Damian home from school. He had to sit in the car and listen to Damian complain about how wrong his teachers were and how ignorant his peers were. It was the absolute worst.
Tim pulled up in front of the school. “Damian, get in.” Damian glared at Tim for a minute then slipped into the car.
“Where is Pennyworth?”
“He’s with Bruce, so you gotta deal with me and we have to go to the store.” Damian groaned. Tim just rolled his eyes and drove to the store, listening to Damian complain.
They walked in and began the search for ingredients. The boys started with vegetables.
“Okay, white onions…” Tim scanned the aisle and walked to the onions.
“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions.”
After a debate over what onion to get, Damian decided he no longer wanted to shop with Tim. So when Tim went to to pick up bread, Damian went to find where the ice cream was.
“Damian, put this in the cart,” Tim reached behind him to hand the bread to the boy, “Damian don’t be an ass.” Tim turned around and found the cart abandoned.
Tim sneered to himself, Good riddance. That was until he realized Alfred would kill him if he didn’t come back with Damian.
You had grabbed the last thing on the list and did a quick self-checkout to find that you still had money left over. “Sweet! Thanks momma,” you cheered and skipped on over to the ice cream aisle. When you got there, you found the small boy from the veggie section looking over the ice cream selections.
“Hey there,” you waved. He glanced at you then back to the ice cream. “So, you more of an vanilla or a chocolate kinda person?”
He looked at you and quirked his head like a dog. “Mint chocolate.”
“Hey, that’s my favorite,” you squealed, “have you seen a container? I’m dying for some.”
“No, they seem to have run out,” the little boy snapped.
“It’s okay…um…” You stood there awkwardly, waiting for his name.
“I am Damian Wayne.,” he puffed his chest out proudly, “What’s your name?”
You were surprised to find this young Wayne wandering the store by himself, but you didn’t really question it. “I’m Y/N. You wanna see what else they got?”
He stood thoughtfully for a second then shrugged his shoulder, “Sure.”
You grabbed his hand and felt him stiffen. You gave him a smile and he loosened up. You steered your cart down the aisle, talking to Damian about the best ice cream flavors.
Losing hope that Damian was still even in the store, Tim zoomed up and down almost every single aisle in the store. He scanned them for the short devil and was coming up empty.
“Ugh,” he shouted at the couple of people in the aisle. “Sorry,” he blushed. He ran to the next aisle. When he got there, he heard Damian talking to someone the next one over. Bolting into the ice cream section, Tim saw his demonic brother with a very cute girl.
“Damian! Jeez, I’ve looked through the entire store for you. Come on, we have to get this stuff home to Alfred,” Tim complained. He grabbed at Damian’s shoulder, but he pulled back.
“If you were looking very intently, how could you take so long to find me,” Damian grinned.
“Because I didn’t want to,” Tim sneered, “come on.”
Tim turned to you. “Sorry for him, whatever offensive things he may have said.”
You glared at him, “He was a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.” You watched as he blushed.
“Y/N, this is, unfortunately, my somewhat sibling, Tim Drake,” Damian leaned in closer to you, “He’s idiotic.” You giggled at his comment.
“Well, Damian, it was a pleasure to be your ice cream buddy. Maybe we’ll find each other in the ice cream aisle again sometime?” You stuck out you hand for him to shake it.
He grabbed it and shook. Then he looked at Tim, “Drake, get out your phone.”
“So you can get Y/N’s number, and I can stay in contact with her. She’s more tolerable than the entire Wayne household,” Damian rationalized.
You blushed. You didn’t realize how much he liked you and it was nice. “Sure, here,” you grabbed Tim’s phone and typed in your number, “Call me anytime Damian.” You ruffed his hair. Tim waited for him to chaste you, but nothing came. “Bye guys!”
You called your mom as you left the store, “Sorry it took so long mom, had to take care of a boy who was left alone. I’ll be home soon.”
Tim glared at Damian. “I can’t believe you.” Damian just looked at him with a smug little smirk on his lips. Tim snatched his collar, “Come on!”
Tim dragged Damian to the checkout then to his car, never taking his eye off the boy.
Tim’s phone seemed to be Damian’s, seeing how often he was on it with you. “Damian! I need my phone back, I have to call someone! Damian!” Tim stormed through the manor yelling for his phone. He finally found Damian in the library, but before he could yell at him he overheard the conversation.
“Y/N, why are you so interested in Drake? I told you he’s an imbecile and not very mannered.” Damian listened to your response. “Well, I guess he may have some good qualities, but they are usually masked by his stench.”
Tim scoffed and Damian heard. Tim didn’t bother waiting for him to stop talking, “Dude, hand me my phone. I have to make a call.”
“No Drake, you can see I’m on the phone!”
You heard some grunts on the other side of the line, ending with Damian yelling in the background. You assumed that Tim had won the fight over the phone. “Hey, Y/N, Damian says bye but don’t go yet. Just give me a minute.”
You listened to the sound of feet, guessing he was walking to a more private place to talk.
“Sorry, I was hoping to clear the air on how my brother portrays me so, maybe, we could go out sometime? I mean you’d get approval from the hardest Wayne.”
You busted out laughing, “You’ve got a lot of damage control to do.”