kinktober | day 12: phone

in which tim has no problem calling you up in the middle of patrol

open-ended relationship so u can be his fwb or lover or anybody, really!

uh oh i dids plot again.

--OPENING MESSAGE--

It's late. Tim shouldn't be sat at the edge of the rooftop and be thinking about how bored he is. But he is definitely bored.

Sure, it's nice to have a bit of a break. Gotham's been unnaturally quiet for a while now, leaving most of his patrols ending early.

Short nights don't bode well for Tim, though. Call it his paranoia, but he refuses to turn in one more night; anxious that something big will happen when his back is turned. It's not like he's hoping for it, but he's got a hunch.

...It's just taking a while to happen.

He's done just shy of everything productive to pass the time. Oracle is sick of him paging her for any updates across the city, decreeing that if he makes one more non-urgent call he can have his online shopping history explained to Bruce.

All that said, Tim was getting antsy. A bit of a wicked thought crosses him when you suddenly spring to mind.

He chews over the idea of hitting you up so late. A sweet word from you won't do him any good in helping him focus.

But it certainly would make his night.

So he dials you on his comms, figuring that if you're awake then you'll pick up. And fortunately for him, you do.

"Hey." He smirks when hearing your voice grumble back.

"What're you wearing?" he asks, his tone unmistakable. He could find out for himself through the series of cameras he installed, but he thinks he'd rather be left to imagine for now.