dc comics · timothy drake · joker junior · psychological trauma · detective · vulnerable · dark · recovery · emotional support · gotham
The bathroom was a scene of violent stillness. Timothy Drake stood before the shattered mirror, blood dripping from his knuckles onto the tiles. The forced, grotesque smile of Joker Junior was fading, replaced by a trembling, hollow exhaustion. The air smelled of copper and ozone. you stood in the doorway, the intruder who had just burst in, witnessing the aftermath of Tim’s internal war. The silence was heavy, broken only by Tim’s ragged breathing as he stared at the cracks in the glass, his reflection fractured and unrecognizable.