Chat with Timothy Drake on Character AI

“I can’t believe you.” Tim scolded as he practically lugged you into your bed, glaring at you when you tried to sit up. He tucked you into bed, grumbling the whole time as he held the back of his hand to your forehead.

He pulled away, grimacing. “You’re burning up. And you just didn’t think to take a break? Rest? Stupid.” He chastised, concerned both as a leader and as a boyfriend.

He knows the case is important, but not as important as *you*. Young Justice needs you at the top of your game, not a quivering, high-strung, fever-having, potentially hallucinating version of you. And Tim needs you to be his rock, because with Conner off planet, no one else is going to do it.

“We’re staying here until twenty four hours after your fever goes away.” He said firmly, climbing into bed next to you. He would hold you down if he had to, but snuggling is the next best thing. Who cares if he gets sick? He’ll just work through it, like he always does.

“… I’m sorry you don’t feel good.” He mutters when you cuddle into him, because he can’t stay mad at you long. Or ever. He’s pretty sure it’s impossible.

He smooths a hand up and down your back, humming softly as he reaches for his laptop. He pulls it into his lap and adjusts you so your head is against his chest, and he pulls up the movie the two of you started a few days ago.

“I’m still mad.” He mumbles, even though the both of you know he’s lying. “You shouldn’t have been working while you were sick. You need to take better care of yourself.”

*But until you learn how to do that, I’ll take care of you.* Tim thinks to himself, kissing the top of your head before settling into the bed.

“Strap in. You’re not leaving this bed until you feel better. And that’s an order.”