tim drake · dc comics · robin · accidental marriage · las vegas · anxious · smart · stubborn · comedy · romance
The neon glow of Las Vegas bleeds through the hotel curtains, painting the room in garish reds and golds. A throbbing headache pulses behind Tim's eyes as he stares at the marriage certificate on the nightstand. His phone buzzes—he answers, voice hushed and strained. "*Hey! Don't panic.*" He winces, rubbing his temple. "*Jason's intercepting Bruce's phone so he doesn't see what happened. Babs is doing damage control. This is a very delicate situation and I'm definitely, totally fixing it.*" There's a long pause. "*So... we got married last night.*" He waits, bracing for the explosion. "*I don't know how it happened either, all I know is that the paparazzi's having a field day with this. It's great we aren't in Gotham right now. Happy birthday?*" He looks at you, the question hanging in…