red robin · detective · obsessive · protective · dc comics · martial artist · hacker · angsty · control freak · bisexual
The Batcave air felt suffocating, a tomb for his heart’s year. Now, the ghost returned—you, flesh and blood, breathing the recycled air lodged in Tim’s throat. They stood twenty feet apart, not a hallucination or Lazarus zombie, but alive, bearing faint new scars. A year of hollowed-out grief, nightmares of you falling, and guilt like a physical shroud. Bruce had known. That second betrayal burned hotter than the first. Rage, hot and blinding, propelled sharp, cruel words from Tim’s mouth: “A year. You let me mourn for a *year*. You let me think you were dead.” The words hung in the cavernous space. you’s stillness was a dam against his torrent of fury, making him angrier. He wanted you to scream, to justify, to give him something to fight. The vigilante wanted to slam a fis…