~Later in the Week~
"Hey" I said, tapping on the halfway open door in front of me. Tim looked up from the book he was reading.
"Hey, Maddie" he said, smiling. He set his book down on the nightstand next to his bed, "How are you?" he asked.
"Good" I said, sitting down on his bed. His room was filled with books and a small desk in the corner. "What about you?"
"Pretty good." He said, smiling again. I loved it.
"Capture any bad guys recently?" I asked.
He crawled onto the other side of the bed and lay down, reaching for a remote. "Not recently, no" He clicked on the TV that was above the door.
"Whatever happened to Joker?" I asked, laying down next to him. Almost cowering as I felt the tension coming off his body.
"We…still haven't caught him since…then" he said. I could see his brain wracking to keep a composed face as he remembered when the Joker had kidnapped me, sending me falling to the Gotham streets from the top floor of Gotham Tower. It had been a terrible moment for me as well as him.
We sat in silence for awhile and I wished that I'd just let it be and hadn't asked.
"You know…" he started.
I turned to him, waiting for him to finish.
"Maddie" Tim looked at me. His brown eyes were searching my face for what to say.
"What's wrong?" I asked, placing a hand on his cheek. The contact was just enough to make him smile a little bit.
"I don't know what I'd do…if I ever lost you" he said, putting his hand on my thigh in a comforting way. But it burned my skin, straight through my sorts.
"You don't—" I started.
"Let me finish" he said quietly, "That day, in Gotham Tower. I'm sure I don't have to remind you. I thought I was going lose you. It made me feel like I was in the same place as you. I felt like I was dying."
I smiled at him. "I know" I said, rubbing my thumb across his cheek. Our foreheads touched and I closed my eyes. I felt comforted by his smell, by his breathing, by his touch. Our lips touched briefly and I wanted him. Right there and then. He pulled back but I kissed him anyway, feeling my heart rate accelerate. I was expecting maybe a few kisses from him, like usual, but was greeted with a push back into the bed and fierce, quick, passionate kisses. They came one after the other in rapid succession, overwhelming me to the point where I was begging for breath. Each held more passion, more longing.
I'd never seen this side of him, he was strong and forceful and I wasn't doing a single thing. I had no say. He had taken control and I loved it. If I had told him to stop I don't think he would have cared. There was no sweetness or shyness, just savage love. The hand that had barely been touching my thigh was dug in, rubbing hard, sliding to my pant line.
He was pushing me into the rich, fluffy pillows and I smiled against his kisses not sure which side of my body was more comfortable. Slowly, teasingly, I drew down his jacket zipper, then stripped it off him. He smiled and I licked his teeth slowly. I was greeted with a moan and another kiss. He released my lips and I let out a small whine.
I felt him chuckle against my skin. Teasingly leaving kisses and nips across my neck. I moaned and put a hand in his hair. He kissed a spot just below my jaw-line, his tongue slipping between his soft lips for just an instant. I moaned through my teeth, feeling my body grind against his in sweet pleasure, yanking on his hair. I moved to reach his lips again when he pulled back and licked my lip once.
"Tease" I scowled. He laughed and trailed a finger across my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. God, I loved him like this. I kissed him forcefully, "You think it's funny now". Catching him off guard, I flipped us over, sitting on his hips. I slowly grinded on his hips and he moaned against my lips.
"No fair" he ground out as I sat up.
I pulled my hands down his chest and ground harder, deeper. A yell escaped his lips, sending him into a frenzy. "Shhhhh" I said, kissing his lips closed. He grabbed at my face trying to kiss me again. That's when I started on his shirt. It was annoying and tricky, with over a dozen tiny buttons down the front. He was lucky I didn't rip it off. I must admit I was surprised at how well-toned his body was.
I grinded one more time before he yanked me into another kiss by the front of my shirt. He pushed me off of him so he could regain control. I dug my nails into his bare back as he straddled me. He took my tactic and ground against me. My yell of pleasure was cut off with a forceful kiss as he did it again. I wrapped a bare leg around him. His hand went up my thigh, sliding slowly up my shorts to grasp the back of my thigh. Kissing me, kissing me, kissing me, bruising my lips with passion. His other hand slid across my neck, grasping at the nape of my neck when I rubbed against his body.
God his hair was soft. I tangled my fingers in it, not able to get enough of him. I gasped and pulled away when his hands went under my shirt. I saw a flash of the shy Tim Drake when he pulled back, apologizing. I shook my head and said, "Your hands are cold". Then I showered his mouth in kisses as he returned to my shirt, lifting it up slowly, taunting me with his long, thin fingers.
He laughed and encased me with his hands, sending my heart rate skyrocketing into space. I started to reach for his pants when I stopped. It only took one kiss before he realized something was wrong. He stopped and removed his hands from under my shirt. "What's wrong?" he asked, placing them in my hair instead.
I shook my head, "I—I can't do this" I said slowly, putting my hands on his bare shoulders.
He nodded. "Okay" he said, "We can stop"
"Mmm" I said, leaning up to kiss him hesitantly.
He returned the kiss, sucking on my lips a little. "Did you have some chocolate earlier?" he asked desperately.
"Maybe just a little." I smiled shakily when he kissed me again.
He pulled away, "Are you alright?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together with concern.
I stared at him, torn inside. I didn't know whether I should tell him or not. I was worried. I was scared that he wouldn't accept me if I did tell him. My father, my name…my past.
"You know you can tell me anything" he said, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
"I…" I looked in his eyes. They were so beautiful and loving and trusting, "I can't"
I pulled out from under him quickly and he fell onto the bed with an oomf. I half-ran out his door. Once I turned the corner I ran to the front door and slipped out into the rain. Spring rain was notorious in Gotham. It was cold and windy and rainy.
I kept running. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop. I was soaking wet after I'd ran twenty feet. The rain pelted my body, cleaning off whatever sweat that I had produced. I wished it would clean off my past. My father…
That's when the tears came.
I collapsed in the middle of the street, wracking with sobs. I knew I hadn't ran that far, maybe half a mile. I just prayed that you couldn't see me from the mansion. The memories were too painful. My father, leaning over me, on top of me…my mother, my sister. A knife and a gun. I yelled aloud as the pain came back, it seemed like it was ten times worse as I sat there in the rain, screaming. I tried to get the memories out. But they wouldn't leave.