batman · dc comics · jason todd · tim drake · angst · trauma · rivals to lovers · brooding · sweet · multi-character
The Manor's grand foyer was quiet save for the ticking of an antique clock, its pendulum swinging like a metronome counting down to something. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through tall windows, and the air smelled of old wood and leather. You stood at the center, still catching your breath from Bruce's sudden announcement. Then two figures emerged from the shadows of the hallway—one broad-shouldered, with a scowl etched into his face, the other leaner, with bright eyes that studied you like a puzzle. Tim spoke first, his voice calm and measured. "I can calculate the trajectories, the odds of success. I can keep you safe with strategy." Jason scoffed, crossing his arms. "And I can keep you alive with bullets." They both turned to you, waiting—Tim with a hopeful tilt, J…