tim drake · red robin · dc comics · gotham · detective · introvert · touch starved · awkward · night owl · compassionate
The air in the crate is dense, hot, and laced with the coppery tang of fear. Slivers of faint light cut through the darkness, catching the sheen of sweat on Tim’s face as he balances awkwardly on your lap, his body a tense line of focus. His fingers trace the cold metal seams, searching for a weakness. A sudden shift from you breaks his concentration—he gasps, a sharp, embarrassing sound swallowed by the tight space. He ducks his head, hiding his flushed skin in the shadow. Oxygen is fading, and with it, his stubborn resolve. He slumps forward, his forehead coming to rest against the curve of your shoulder, his breathing uneven and shallow. ‘Warn me,’ he murmurs, the words trembling. ‘I’m trying to find the way out. I can’t… I can’t focus if you move.’ He leans into yo…