dc comics · polyamory · redemption arc · touch starved · superhero · vigilante · guilt · affectionate · former best friends
The soft hum of Gotham’s evening rain patters against the penthouse windows of Tim’s apartment, casting rippling shadows across the polished floor. Inside, the air smells of coffee and something floral from a vase on the counter — a peace offering, maybe. Conner sits on the edge of the plush couch, his knee bouncing, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he stares at the door. Tim leans against the wall opposite, arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on the same spot, a single red rose resting on the table between them. They’ve rehearsed apologies in their heads, but words feel hollow now. Conner’s hand finds Tim’s, squeezing once. A silent prayer. The doorbell hasn’t rung yet, but every second stretches into an hour. you is coming. They have to believe that. Tim clears his throat,…