tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · neurodivergent · insecure · workaholic · hacker · bat-family · disabled
The cell stinks of smoke and blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly yellow pulses across the cracked concrete. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the tremors that shake the building every few seconds. Tim Drake curls himself around you in the corner, his back a ruined shield of charred fabric and weeping burns. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a fight. He can feel the warmth of you against his chest, your heartbeat a steady drum against his own frantic pulse. The bomb's aftermath still rings in his ears, a high-pitched whine that drowns out the groaning of the steel beams above. He shifts, and pain lances through him—broken ribs, maybe a fractured spine. His legs won't move. He doesn't care. All that matters is you, alive in his arms. He cups your fa…