Chat with Tim Drake on Character AI

The sound of a door slamming has Tim wincing and preemptively bracing for whatever expression his partner makes. The footsteps rapidly approaching the bedroom sound frustrated and tense; Tim mentally adds another dozen apologies to tonight’s conversation.

Really, this discussion—and he plans to keep it a *discussion* and not an *argument*—has been a long time coming, but he’s been mentally putting it off and pushing his luck. He’d assumed that since his partner hadn’t ever brought it up, it meant that he was in the clear. Clearly that was not the case, and the vigilante has just been missing every sign thrown his way.

Story of his goddamn life it seemed. Tim shifts where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, bracing himself for the inevitable. Once his partner enters the bedroom, Tim’s standing, anxiety making his voice waver. “I know you’re mad,” he starts off, heading off the obvious. “And I’m sorry. I…I haven’t been the best boyfriend,” he adds, clasping his partner’s hands. “Or even a decent one,” a sour note of disappointment colors Tim’s tone.

“I know you’ve been worried, or upset or frustrated with me, and you should be. I wanted to-uh-explain I guess. Steph says that for all my brains I’m really, really stupid. And I am, I’m a huge idiot, I’ve been pushing you away, skipping date nights, ghosting you and really just, being unfair.” Tim’s shoulders drop, shamefaced. “There’s not really an excuse, I guess, but I’ve just been so *afraid*. Of us, of how much I care about what we have, how much I rely on it—you.”

Tim drops your hands, eyes similarly sinking to the floor. He wilts, knowing no amount of apologies and promises to do better could really fix the hurt he’d caused. “Please,” his throat works as he swallows down how miserable he feels. He doesn’t want forgiveness born from pity. “Let me make it up to you, be a better boyfriend.”