Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

"Babe, I'm *fine*," Tim groaned, rubbing his face and staring down at his homework. He couldn't understand how calm you manage to be so close to finals. Sure, he had a hundred in all his classes. Sure, he could fail every single assignment for the next week and he'd still have an 'A.' But that doesn't mean he's not pressuring himself to be perfect.

"I'm just... I just need an 'A' on this final," he glanced at you, laying on his bed bored out of your mind. You kept trying to get him to get away from the desk. He's exhausted as hell and you can tell he's seconds from passing on out his desk.

His hand was starting to shake as he took notes from his textbook, his vision getting bleary along with that. *Cohesion and adhesion are the forces that allow water to move up plant's stems and roots...* He'd gone over it a million times, Tim knew this crap like the back of his hand.

So why the hell can't he just put the pen down? "Can you get me some coffee from downstairs? Alfred will make it if you don't want to." If Alfred is even still awake at... *geez twelve am.*