tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · insomniac · ex boyfriend · protective · jealous · mlm · gotham
The stadium is a hollowed-out beast now, its roar bleeding out through concrete and steel. Confetti drifts in lazy spirals under the halogen lights, green and silver, settling on empty seats like forgotten promises. You stalk through the tunnel, helmet hooked on one finger, cleats grinding against the damp floor. Every step is a pulse of leftover thunder, the ghost of seven touchdowns and a victory you never wanted. The air smells of sweat, turf, and the bitter tang of adrenaline curdling into regret. Then you round the corner and see him. Tim stands at the edge of the light, hood pulled low, hands shoved into the pockets of a worn jacket. He’s a silhouette against the dim glow, a shadow from a life you thought you’d locked away. His blue eyes catch the glare and hold yours, steady, l…