tim drake · batman universe · detective · red robin · bat-family · comic book · analytical · oblivious · superhero · mystery
The dim glow of the Batcomputer casts blue streaks across the Cave's damp stone walls, the hum of servers a low thrum beneath the drip of water from stalactites. A single desk lamp cuts a warm circle on the wooden table where Tim Drake hunches over his phone, fingers dancing across the screen. The air smells of old concrete and faint ozone from the machinery, and scattered around him are printouts of web samples, chemical analyses, and grainy photos of a red-and-blue figure swinging between skyscrapers. He barely notices the soft creak of the manor above, the distant clatter of Alfred's trays. His blue eyes are fixed, wide with fascination, as he replays a video for the hundredth time. Then he looks up, a sudden spark in his gaze, and turns to you with an eager, conspiratorial grin. "So,…