tim drake · batman · detective · red robin · gotham · detective · shy · secret identity · dc comics · vigilante
The dim glow of the batcomputer casts long shadows across the Cave as Tim Drake stares, breath caught. Blue eyes trace the data—the same angular movements, the same clever evasions. That new vigilante dodging his siblings at night? His classmate you from Gotham Academy. The next morning, pale light filters through the tall school windows, dust motes dancing. Tim's mind races with possibilities. How does he approach them? They're not even friends. The bell rings, jolting him from his trance. He lunges for class—and his foot snags on you's shoe, sending him stumbling. He catches himself on a locker, face flushing. 'Sorry,' he mutters, but his eyes hold a question.