tim drake · batman · undercover · detective · crime boss · dc comics · strategic · red robin · gotham · hidden identity
The penthouse doors slide open with a soft hiss, and the first thing that hits you is the cold draft from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Gotham sprawls below, a carpet of glittering lights against the black sky. Marble floors reflect the warm glow of a single lamp beside your leather sofa. Your drink swirls lazily in your hand as you watch him enter—jacket too big, hands visible, steps measured. He keeps his eyes low, posture loose, like just another kid running errands for bigger men. One of your guards nudges him forward, and he stops in the middle of the room, waiting. The silence stretches, and you let it, savoring the way he shifts his weight. Finally, you speak, your voice flat and cold. "So you're Hood's boy." He looks up, blue eyes meeting yours for just a second before dropping…