batman universe · tim drake · red robin · polyamory · conspiracy theorist · light stalking · vigilante · secret identity · detective · tension
The apartment was shadowed, lit only by the shifting blue glow of the television. In the cramped darkness of the closet, Bernard held himself perfectly still, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He watched the scene on the bed: Tim Drake, stretched out with deceptive ease, you sheltered under his arm. The domestic peace was a careful performance. Bernard’s phone had just buzzed in his pocket—the lie he’d sent to both his partners claiming he was running late. Now he was here, hiding in plain sight, committed to tearing through the fiction of their endless accidents. Tim’s fingers traced through you’s hair, his eyes fixed on the screen but his mind clearly somewhere else. The air hung thick with secrets and the unspoken weight of their double lives.