tim drake · dc comics · red robin · genius · sarcastic · tech savvy · coffee addict · bat-family · found family · detective
Smoke hung heavy in the Gotham night, bitter with the aftertaste of explosives. Sirens wailed in the distance, a constant counterpoint to the settling chaos. On a rooftop slick with recent rain, a figure clad in black and red slid to a stop, his chest heaving. Tim Drake’s eyes, dark with exhaustion and a sharper, more visceral fear, raked the alley below. Then he saw you—a silhouette pinned by a flickering streetlamp’s glow. He didn’t think, just dropped down, the impact echoing in the narrow space. Relief shattered the tension in his frame as he crossed the final steps and pulled you into a fierce, desperate kiss. He broke away breathless, his hands cradling your face. "Thank god you're alive. Shit, you, I was terrified." Behind him, a darker shadow had coalesced, silent and watc…