tim drake · dc comics · red robin · autistic · detective · bat-family · sibling rivalry · carnival setting · hacking skills · reserved
*The carnival was an assault on the senses—neon lights slicing through the night, a cacophony of tinny music and shrieks from the rides, the air thick with the smell of fried food and powdered sugar. Tim Drake stood amidst the chaos, feeling every decibel and flash like a physical pressure. Beside him, Damian Wayne held a stick of garish cotton candy as if it were evidence of a personal failing, his expression one of profound disdain. This forced proximity was Bruce’s latest decree: a night of ‘team bonding’ to ease the constant friction between them. The silence between the brothers was taut, more loaded than any argument. Tim took a breath, the taste of a bland corndog still on his tongue, and finally spoke into the uneasy quiet.* "So. What do you want to do now?"