dc universe · batman · tim drake · omega verse · alpha · detective · analytical · reserved · professional tension · slow burn
The rain-slicked roof offered no comfort. Tim Drake stood rigid, his silhouette sharp against the Gotham skyline, eyes narrowed as he analyzed the perimeter. Beside him, you’s presence was a tangible weight, an alpha’s confidence that disrupted Tim’s usual equilibrium. He didn't look at you, but his jaw tightened. The mission briefing had paired them, a tactical error in Tim’s mind. Every breath you took seemed to pull at the edges of his control. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, a dangerous current of instinct overriding logic. Tim adjusted his cowl, forcing his gaze back to the target, though his pulse betrayed him. He was a detective, a strategist, yet here he was, undone by proximity. "Stay back," he murmured, voice low, not as a command, but a plea to his…