Sorry for the late update folks! Kinda took me a second to get their characters down the way I wanted it too! Still this is one of my favorite fics to write, so I really hope you like it3

Tim was never a heavy sleeper, so when his world tilted dangerously; his consciousness was immediately alerted with a jolt and his eyes snapped open just a hair breathed away from his body hitting the ground. It's not like he had the time to stop himself however, so imagine his surprise, when his decent was suddenly halted by a firm grip around his wrist.

Hovering just a feat from the floor, Tim blinked slowly as his body along with the chair, were dragged back into an upward position.

"Are you ok?"

His head snapped up; eyes connecting with grey once. The other teen smiled at him. Tim stared. For a second, he'd scene... That smile, it looked like Dick's. His stomach twisted, but he still managed to dredge up a tiny smile of his own. "Yeah, I'm good thank you."

The white-haired stranger nodded at him; fingers still clapped around his wrist. " That's good, yeah," he said, finally letting go of his hand and sitting back against the coach. A slight wince pulling at his mouth. "Would be terribly rude of me to let the guy who saved me drop on his head right."

Tim snorted; rubbing a tired fist against his eyes. "You could say that again." He yawned, stretching his muscles fully, before looking back at the other boy. "How long have you been up?"

The teen shrugged. "A couple of minutes?"

Tim was kinda amazed by how casual their conversation was. He was pretty sure Bruce would have been very alarmed by this. One of his robins had practically dragged a stranger of the streets and literally fell asleep at a striking distance from him. 'Well fuck,' he thought. In hindsight, maybe that wasn't such a good idea, but, nothing had happened, and as far as Tim could sense, this nameless stranger didn't seem like a bad person. Still-

'Better put a pin on that thought,' he mused; tuning back into the conversation.

"You looked tired and I didn't want to wake you up if I didn't have to." A sheepish smile that looked too much like his brother and- "Besides, it seemed like you needed it."

"I-" What did you say to a homeless person that was being surprisingly nice and cordial towards you? "You didn't have to," he finally said. "But thank you." Sitting straighter in his chair, Tim scoured his mind for any other conversational topics, but try as he might, nothing else came to mind. They both just ended up awkwardly smiling at each other, and Tim honestly just wanted to hide in a hole at this point. He'd never been the best of conservationists, and apparently his guest didn't feel comfortable enough to start any with him... Speaking off-

"Um," he started; immediately getting the attention of the other, who'd been fiddling with the blanket around his knees. "What's your name? You don't have to tell me," he rushed to continue; very aware of his inner Bruce berating him of how stupid that action was, but -" I just want to have something to call you by."

"Oh," the stranger said; lips twisting up at the corners. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind telling you." Leaning over slightly, despite the obvious pain the action caused him; he reached out a hand and said. "Allen Walker, pleased to meet you."

Polite. Alfred would have approved.

Smiling himself, Tim reached over to clasp the single hand between two of his own. "Tim Drake, pleasure is all mine Mr. Walker."

They just stared at each other for a second, and then... Allen's lips trembled slightly, Tim echoed the action, and before either of them could think better of it, they were cracking up. Peals of laughter escaping their lips. "Sorry, sorry," Allen gasped; putting his visible hand over his mouth. "It just sounded so-"

"Ridiculous," Tim finished, laughter slowly dying down, but mirth still dancing in his eyes.

"It's nice to meet you Allen."

The white-haired teen grinned back. "Nice to meet you too Tim."

It was as if all the tense air that had been accumulating ever since the CEO of Wayne enterprises decided to drag a homeless kid home, had suddenly dissipated. Tim find it much more easier to breathe around the teenager now. "Your injuries," he blurted out without thinking, making the other look at him weirdly. Tim winced, but "How are your injuries?"

Allen shrugged lightly. "I don't know," he said. "They sting a bit, but I feel fine."

That was a lie. People didn't call Tim one of the greatest detectives by missing obvious signs like how hard Allen Walker was trying to hide the flair of pain on his expression every time he so much as moved, but Tim wouldn't call him out on it. At least not now. Instead he was going to focus on what was in front of him for now.

"You need a shower dude," he said.

Allen grimaced. "You're not wrong." Tim just smiled at him; gesturing with his hand to the hall behind him.

"After you man."

Allen nodded, slowly straightening himself out; Tim didn't even think before he was reaching out too, putting a supportive hand under the other's elbow. Allen nodded at him, and together, the both of them managed to get him out of his seat and standing.

Face flushed and breath coming out in puffs, Allen shakily, placed his bandaged arm around his midsection, gritting his teeth hard; hair covering his expression from Tim's concerned gaze.

"I'm ok," he muttered, before the other teen could even open his mouth to ask. "Just a little dizzy."

"Maybe you should," Tim started, but he stopped when – A loud growl cut through their conversation.

Allen's neck turned beet red. "Sorry," he sputtered; head shooting up to meet Tim's gaze. "I guess I'm kinda hungry." Tim flushed too. Of course Allen was hungry, why wouldn't he be. He'd been freaking sleeping in the streets. Of course he was hungry. It was Tim's fault that he hadn't considered the thought at all.

"I'll whip something up while you shower," he finally decided, nodding to himself. "Just take your time and I'll make sure to have something for you when you come out."

The white-haired teen went surprisingly quiet at that.

"Something wrong?"

Allen shrugged. "No," he said. "Nothing, it's just" here he grinned widely; cheeks red. "I kinda eat a lot. Like a lot."

Tim's eyes narrowed. "How much are we talking about?" He knew his fair share of heavy eaters. Bart coming to mind, so if Allen could eat that much-

'He isn't an ordinary human,' he thought.

"I'm sorry," Allen said instead. "I'll just have whatever you're having, and I'll be out of your hair. I'm sure I'll find something to eat around here and-"

"What?" Tim might have shaken him if the other hadn't been injured. "I'm rich Allen, your appetite is not going to put me on the streets. Relax."

"Still-"

"No," he interrupted before the other boy could get started; his shoulder was getting tired supporting the other damn it! "Don't worry about it ok. I have a friend who practically inhales a meal for ten people every other hour. So I have the food. Just take a shower and come to the kitchen later. Ok?"

He tried to sound firm, but he didn't think he'd managed to pull it off all that well. Either way, it didn't really matter, because Allen nodded slightly, and let himself be pulled over to the bathroom.

For now, Tim would count that as a win. Disposing Allen in the bathroom, he went to his own room; after he'd made sure the other wouldn't fall over, and picked out a soft pair of pants that wouldn't aggravate his injuries, and a long sleeved shirt Jason had left behind on his last visit.

Something about Allen's left arm was clearly a secret he didn't want to reveal, and Tim wasn't keen on forcing him too. So satisfied with his selection; along with a pair of underwear and socks, Tim made it back to the bathroom and left the items on a stool next to the tub.

Turning on the water, he checked the temperature as he started speaking to the other boy sitting on the closed toilet seat. "Will you be ok showering by yourself?"

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine."

Tim nodded, turning around. "Ok, just call me if you need anything." Allen nodded back, his very constant smile still pulling at his lips. Feeling satisfied for now, the vigilante walked out of the bathroom and softly closed the door behind him.

"Extra bandages are in the cabinet above the sink," he called out; moving towards the kitchen. "If you need help putting them on just ask me!"

"Roger that."

It was time to make dinner, and hey, if Allen was still hungry after that, he was sure he could find some of Bart's energy bars around here. He might not use this apartment a lot, but Tim always had it stocked. Never let it be said that Tim Drake Wayne was never prepared for anything.

I really think the both of them would have gotten along really well if they ever met. Tim usually just runs with the punches unless someone looks super suspicious to him, and Allen is like the nicest dude ever. Actually reminds me of Dick, and that's why I had Tim kinda notice that about him, and since both are just used to bizarre things, I do believe they would get along nicely.