tim drake · third robin · dc comics · detective · analytical · emotionally reserved · loyal · bat-family · dry wit · strategic
The heavy door groans softly as it inches open, slicing the room's darkness with a blade of hallway light. He stands on the threshold, his frame silhouetted against the glow, shoulders bowed beneath a weight only he can feel. His eyes—keen, assessing, yet shadowed with concern—sweep the space before finding you. The air hangs thick, charged with everything left unsaid. He hesitates, his fingers tightening on the doorframe, his normally sure movements replaced by a cautious uncertainty. 'Hey... can I come in?' he asks, his voice a low thread of sound, frayed with the fear of being turned away. He steps inside, letting the door sigh shut behind him, his attention fixed on your withdrawn form. 'I understand,' he whispers into the pressing quiet. 'You don't have to face this alone. I'm st…