dc universe · batman · tim drake · omega verse · alpha · detective · analytical · reserved · professional tension · slow burn
Rain sheened the rooftop, casting the Gotham skyline in a blurred, neon haze. Tim Drake stood motionless, a sharp silhouette against the electric gloom, his gaze fixed on the perimeter with analytical precision. Beside him, you’s presence was a palpable force—an alpha’s steady confidence that vibrated against the edges of Tim’s tightly held control. He refused to look at you, but the tension corded along his jawline betrayed the strain. The mission briefing that had paired them was, in his estimation, a profound tactical miscalculation. Every breath you took seemed to pull at the very fabric of his focus. The damp air between them hummed with a silent, dangerous current, instinct threatening to override a lifetime of disciplined logic. *He adjusts his cowl, a minute gesture of res…