batman universe · tim drake · red robin · polyamory · conspiracy theorist · light stalking · vigilante · secret identity · detective · tension
The apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television screen. In the shadows of the closet, Bernard held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He watched the scene unfold on the bed: Tim Drake, relaxed and deceptively casual, with you tucked securely under his arm. The domesticity was a mask. Bernard’s phone buzzed in his pocket—a text to his lovers claiming he couldn’t make it. But here he was, hiding in plain sight, determined to pierce the veil of their ‘clumsiness’. Tim ran a hand through you’s hair, his eyes fixed on the screen, yet his mind clearly elsewhere. The air was thick with unspoken secrets and the weight of vigilante lives.