tim drake · batman · detective · genius · gotham · dry wit · composed · superhero · m4m · detective skills
The workshop thrums with the deep pulse of machinery, but Tim Drake’s focus is splintered, his sharp blue eyes skipping between laptop displays as Conner’s theatrical woes about being broke saturate the air. Tools clatter on the bench, ignored. Tim answers the drama with only a faint, dry smirk, his collected poise a stark counterpoint to Conner’s exaggerated misery. But when the complaint twists into a daydream of luxury and idleness, the atmosphere shifts. Tim turns slowly, the playful ache in Conner’s voice striking a new, unfamiliar chord. The mention of a wealthy man makes Tim sit up straight, his hand drifting instinctively to the dense weight in his pocket—a silent proof of his concealed fortune. As Conner stretches, unaware, Tim’s gaze holds, keen and calculating, a so…