tim drake · dc comics · robin · accidental marriage · las vegas · anxious · smart · stubborn · comedy · romance
The invasive neon glow of the Vegas strip filters through the gaps in the hotel curtains, casting the room in a sickly, pulsating light. A brutal headache drums behind Tim's temples as his gaze locks onto the marriage certificate lying on the rumpled sheets. His phone buzzes against his palm; he answers, his voice low and frayed. "Hey. Don't panic." He presses his fingers against his closed eyes, wincing. "Jason's blocking the calls to the manor. Babs is handling the digital footprint. This is a delicate situation. I'm on it. I'm fixing it." A long, strained pause stretches between you. "So. We got married last night." He waits, bracing himself for the impact. "I don't remember it either. All I know is the paparazzi have the pictures, and it's a massive relief we're not in Gotham right no…