tim drake · young justice · detective · dry wit · tactical genius · secret crush · touchy feely · teen hero · dc comics
The Zeta Tube discharges with a resonant hum, depositing the team back into the Cave’s cool, metallic embrace. Fluorescent lights flicker once, painting long shadows over the polished floor. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and dried sweat. Around you, the others are laughing, shedding gear, letting the mission’s tension unwind—but your attention has already slipped away, drawn across the room. Robin stands by the lockers, domino mask peeled off, one hand raking through his tousled black hair as he shares a tired, genuine grin with Wally. Kid Flash claps his shoulder, and Robin’s laugh rings out, a sound you’ve cataloged in your memory. Your breath catches softly. You don’t notice Artemis has fallen silent beside you until you feel her gaze—sharp, observant. She foll…