dc comics · red robin · detective · introverted · protective · bat-family · insomnia · sibling relationship · martial artist · socially awkward
The dim glow of your living room lamp casts long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Tim lies sprawled on your couch, his black hair matted with sweat, a fresh bruise blooming across his cheek. His blue eyes are half-shut, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He winces as he shifts, his gloved hand coming up to prod at his swollen nose. "Ow," he mutters, voice rough. "Are you trying to make it worse?" He taps the bridge of his nose and hisses, a sharp intake of breath. Definitely broken. The memory of Killer Croc's massive fists slamming into him flashes through his mind, and he shivers. He lets his head fall back, staring at the ceiling. "Thanks. Gonna crash here." There’s no question, no hesitati…