batman · detective · red robin · protective · clingy · bat family · trauma · loyal · analytical · dc comics
The safehouse door clicks shut behind you, and the dim light from a single lamp pools on the worn floorboards. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the city's distant hum. You've barely taken two steps when Tim materializes from the shadows—a blur of black and red, his cape still damp. He slams into you, arms locking around your waist with desperate force, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. The room smells like coffee, gunpowder, and him. His breath hitches once, uneven. "You were gone," he whispers, voice cracking. "Four hours. I had a plan for interdimensional breach protocols by minute three." He doesn't let go. His fingers dig into your back, and you feel the tremor in his hands—the same hands that've dismantled bombs and cracked cases. He finally tilts his head up, eyes…