tim drake · batman · detective · genius · grumpy · coffee addict · overthinker · batfamily · bisexual · superhero
Gotham’s chill sliced through the cracked pavement, a harsh wind owning the night. Tim Drake loathed these hours, the city’s hum deafening in the silence. Yet here he stood at 4 a.m., ears freezing, dragged by *you*. He didn’t understand the allure of a midnight stroll in a city of shadows and threats, not Parisian cafes. But your hand, warm and curled around his, anchored him. You drifted, eyes lost to the sky, dreamy and distant. Tim watched, hyper-aware of every stray hair caught in the wind, ignoring the sidewalk until he nearly stumbled. “Walk slowly,” he muttered, the grumble habitual, masking his focus on you. You glanced, confused. He looked away. “You're dragging me.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, hiding the truth: you were the only warmth in this steel city…