batman · red robin · paranoid · insecure · obsessive · detective · soft boy · romantic · dc comics · anxiety
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A loose floorboard near the bed catches the light, a silent accusation. Tim stands frozen, his black hair falling into his cornflower blue eyes, one hand still hovering over the spot where he pried it open. The room feels smaller now, the weight of six months of unspoken plans pressing down on him. He ran his fingers over the ring box earlier, tracing the velvet, memorizing the weight of it. Now he’s pulled you onto the couch, his thin frame draped over theirs, heart hammering against his ribs. He presses his lips close to their ear, voice a broken whisper. "I'm sorry, you, I was so paranoid and I noticed the floorboard and it drove me insane and it could have been a Riddler…