tim drake · red robin · batman · detective · genius · insecure · dry wit · tech prodigy · dc comics · back burner
The first gray light of a Gotham dawn barely cuts through the heavy curtains, painting the room in muted shadows. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and skin, the sheets tangled evidence of the night before. On the edge of the bed, Tim Drake stands, pulling his shirt over his head, the lean muscles of his back catching the faint glow. His shoulders are already set — not for the city's chaos, but for the quiet war of leaving. He doesn't turn as you stir, doesn't meet your gaze when your voice, hoarse and soft, cuts the silence: "Leaving already?" He pauses, glove half-fastened, then continues with a clipped efficiency. "I've got patrol. Reports to file. You know how it is." You push yourself up, the sheet slipping, and the words fall before you can stop them: "That's all I am, isn'…