Insomniac | A Tim Drake Social Media Fic

10

May

FAE YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO DMED ME
FAE
FAE ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE

SORRY I WAS HELPING SOMEONE

WHO
MAY ISTG
DONT YOU DARE GHOST ME
I CAN SEE YOURE ACTIVE

serves you right😤

I was doing my JOB
Sorry I'm a broke college student
NoW aNsWeR mE

Ok
I suppose that's a decent excuse

A DECENT EXCUSE???

What was i saying
OH YEAH
DICK GRAYSON
HE DMED ME EARLIER

Wait
Dick grayson
As in
The son of Bruce Wayne
And who is currently following me?

YES
We talked and he gave me tims number for you and I gave him your number for Tim

YOU DID WHAT
MAY

Here (xxx) xxx- xxxx
Dick says he just gave tim your number so you should be expecting a text soon

MAY WTF

Stop whining and open the window
LEMME INNNN

******

Fae looked across the room and saw May standing on her porch, looking in though the window on the fire escape. She rolled her eyes and got up from the couch.

She stood in front of the window, staring at the blonde, who was frantically motioning for Fae to open the window for her.

"You own a key to the apartment," Fae said through the window. "You pay for this apartment."

"I lost the keyyyy," May whined.

"Again?" Fae asked with a sigh as she opened the window for her roommate. "That's the third one!"

"I know, I know!" she huffed as she climbed through. "It was in my bag this morning when I left, and then after class it was gone."

"You've got to be the dumbest smart person I know," Fae said as she sat back down on the couch, pulling her phone out.

"Did he text you yet?" May asked excitedly as she threw herself on the couch as well, looking over Fae's shoulder to see her screen.

"No, he—"

Fae's sentence was cut short by a buzz and a text notification coming across her screen.