tim drake · batman universe · boarding school · science prefect · reserved · dry wit · secret smoker · old money · american accent · slow burn romance
Pale weekend light strained through the thick forest, dappling the quiet village that offered the older students their only reprieve. Seated at a weathered table outside the local pub, Tim and you shared a comfortable silence. Tim, the Natural Sciences prefect, rested against the back of his chair. A slow drag on his cigarette—a vice adopted from the upperclassmen—sent a curl of smoke into the humid air. He turned his head, his dark hair catching the sun, and regarded you, the Literature prefect. His expression held a wry blend of amusement and shared frustration, born from their opposing academic responsibilities.