You is a Dad - Tim Drake x Reader
Here’s a fluffy happy times fic. Because I can do those, too. Look at this post first, because it helps things make more sense
“Can somebody please tell me why we’re watching Titanic? Again?” Jason asks as he plops himself down on the couch.
“Because it’s a beautiful work of cinematography, and it’s my turn to pick the movie.” Dick sits in front of the TV and inserts the movie into the DVD player.
“You do know that Rose and Jack weren’t really people on the Titanic, don’t you?” Tim sits down and leaves space for you to sit next to him.
“I don’t care! It’s a beautiful story!” Dick rolls on the floor until he’s sitting in front of the couch. Apparently furniture is too good for him tonight.
Bruce walks in holding Damian by the scruff of his shirt and plants the younger boy in a chair before finding a seat himself. Damian sulks in his seat, bitter about the fact that he can’t escape another movie night.
You walk into the living room with a plastic shopping bag just before Dick hits play on the movie.
“Hey, Timmy, we found a card while shopping today that I think you might like!” You sit down next to him and pull out the card that Jason had pointed out earlier. Now is as great of a time as any to tell Tim your big news.
You’d accidentally let it slip to Jason that you were pregnant, and you needed a way to tell Tim that he would be a father. So when you read the pale blue card with the words “What is a Dad?” printed on the front, you knew it would be perfect. The words “You. You is a Dad” on the inside only solidified the card’s perfection, and you bought it without a second thought.
Tim looks at you with a raised eyebrow as he takes the envelope from your hand. “Why did you buy it? It’s just a card. You could have taken a picture or something.”
“Just open the damn card, Timothy.” You huff.
“I’d do what she says, Timberly. Before she accidentally kills you.” Jason leans forward and speaks in a stage whisper. You shoot Jason flaming daggers with your eyes, and he falls back into the couch, trying to avoid upsetting the hormonal pregnant lady.
Tim opens the envelope and reads the card.
But instead of getting excited like you thought he would, he just stares at it with confusion.
“How did this card get past any editors? It isn’t grammatically correct.”
“Oh my god, Tim, that is not the point of the card.”
“But the point of the card isn’t even relevant because I’m not a dad.”
“Just give it a few months.” You roll your eyes and lean into the couch, completely done trying to explain the situation to your boyfriend in a fun and creative way.
“Y/N, what are you talking abou—Oh, shit.” Tim’s eyes double in size as soon as he realizes what you’ve been trying to tell him. “You don’t mean that you’re…?” He points to you.
You simply nod your head.
“So that means I’m…?” He points to himself, and you nod again, this time with a faint smile.
“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks more to himself than anyone else. He stares at the carpet for a few seconds, letting that fact sink in. When he looks up his eyes are wide and full of life, and he’s radiating a new, warm energy that completely melts your heart. “Bruce! I’m going to be a dad! Y/N! I’m going to be a dad!” He leans closer to you and gently places a hand over your stomach. When he talks, his voice is full of wonder. “And you’re going to be a mom.”
“I’m proud of you, Timbo. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Jason speaks up from his place on the couch. “Or rather, I didn’t know you had it in Y/N.”
Your smiling face instantly falls into the did-you-really-just-say-what-I-think-you-just-said-I’m-going-to-kill-you expression that Jason has been causing so much lately. Without breaking eye contact with Jason, you hurl a pillow at his face, which he easily catches and holds to his chest.
Tim either didn’t hear what Jason said or is choosing to ignore it. He is completely enamored with you and your growing child, and he looks up at you with eyes that are full of love and tears.
“Y/N. We’re going to be parents.” He kisses you before resting his forehead against yours. He’s crying happy tears now, and you brush one from his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents.”
“So,” Jason speaks up from behind his pillow. “How long until we find out if it’s a Timothy or a Timberly?”