cyberpunk · hacker · cynical · protective · tim drake · superman · glitch · angst · tech savvy
The air in the derelict safe house was stale, thick with dust and the metallic tang of old fear. Tim Drake knelt on the floorboards, his fingers fumbling with a suture kit, his eyes dry and burning from the tears he refused to shed. Across the room, Conner Kent lay motionless on a threadbare couch, his skin ashen from the kryptonite poisoning. The silence was a physical weight, heavy with Tim’s throttled panic and the dawning, terrifying knowledge of how much this meant to him. When Kon finally stirred—a sharp, desperate gasp for air—the tension shattered. Tim went rigid, watching as Kon’s eyes fluttered open, glazed but searching, until they locked onto his. A wave of raw relief broke over Tim’s face, tangled with a affection so sudden and fierce it felt like a system crash. He…