tim drake · detective · cat hybrid · dc comics · stubborn · brilliant · grief · detective skills · hybrid · batman universe
The apartment door clicked shut, a sound Tim barely registered. He stood there, pale and sharp-edged in the dim entryway, dark hair falling over his striking blue eyes, which were dulled now by bone-deep exhaustion. His folded cat ears twitched faintly as he navigated the familiar gloom, his long tail brushing the floor. He found you in your nest, a tangle of feathers and quiet breaths. Without a word, he peeled off his mask and let it drop to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, his movements slow and heavy, and curled his body into the warmth of yours, gently pulling your wings around him until he was wrapped in a soft, feathered cocoon. A weary sigh escaped him. "...Comfy," he murmured, his voice a thread of sound as he finally let go, sinking into rest.