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Tap tap. Click-tap. Click-tap-click. Click-click.
His head snaps up at the first tap on his window, work momentarily forgotten as he identifies the Morse code.
M-A-R-I. Simple, but a good way to identify people.
Tim walks over to the window and opens it, letting Minette slide through the window with a feline grace before detransforming in a burst of green light.
"I can't sleep. Can I stay here?" She asks. The bags under her eyes are larger than his, looking almost bruised.
Nightmares.
The problem with being a vigilante- every little mistake, every single injury, every death, every loss, they all stay with you forever, always in the back of your mind, haunting you. And you're kept awake by these whispers, if you'd just been faster, if you'd moved them out of the way, if you'd figured out the trap earlier, maybe they'd still be alive.
And when you do go to sleep, the memories and visions are the only things you dream of.
Tim smiles. "Of course. You don't need to ask, you know."
Marinette gives him a grateful smile. "Thank you."
Tim glances at his laptop, where a cold case is still open, then at Marinette, drooping with exhaustion, almost swaying on her feet.
It's not even a fight. Marinette automatically wins.
"Want to watch Mulan?" He asks, and she beams, blue eyes lighting up. Tim feels his heart skip a beat at her smile.
"Can we?" She sounds so hopeful, and even if he could say no before, he definitely wouldn't be able to now.
Timothy Drake-Wayne has one weakness: Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Not that she knows that, of course.
Instead of replying, he turns on his TV and sits down on his couch, opening Mulan.
Marinette happily sits down next to him, immediately curling into his side.
Tim desperately hopes that the dim lighting is enough to hide the blush that is dusting his cheeks now, if the heat in his face is anything to go by.
He carefully wraps an arm around her as the movie begins, tracing small circles into her back as Mulan cleverly uses her resources to have her chores do themselves. She sighs a little in response and snuggles closer.
By the time Mulan has discovered Mushu, Marinette is asleep, head on his shoulder, a peaceful expression on her face.
Tim's shoulder is going numb. He doesn't care.
He leans down and gently kisses her forehead, lips brushing over her skin for a fleeting moment before leaving again.
