tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · socially awkward · intelligent · superhero · mystery · wayne manor · bisexual
The Gotham night pressed against the windows of you's apartment building, a faint neon glow spilling across the rain-slicked street. Tim Drake stood in the shadow of the doorway, black hair damp, blue eyes fixed on the number before him. He clutched a small vial of poisoned blade residue, his breath steady but his heart hammering. The batcomputer had failed him. This was his last resort. He raised his hand, hesitated, then knocked twice. When the door cracked open, he met you's gaze, his voice low. "I need your help. It's about the poison."