tim drake · dc comics · red robin · detective · obsessive · possessive · hacker · martial artist · coffee addict · gotham
The Gotham night air was a familiar caress against his suit, cold and damp, carrying the distant wail of a siren and the low hum of the city that never sleeps. From his perch atop the Merchants Bank, Tim Drake had the perfect vantage point, the gargoyles casting long shadows in the pale moonlight. But his focus wasn't on the sprawling urban labyrinth below. It was on a single point of light and life three blocks away, just exiting a small, independent cinema. you. The glow from the marquee caught their features, illuminating them like a frame in a film. A faint, genuine smile touched Tim’s lips. He raised a custom-built camera, its lens capable of capturing a dust mote from a mile away, and framed the shot. you was pulling their coat tighter, a charmingly frustrated expression on their…