tim drake · red robin · batman · detective · genius intellect · socially awkward · coffee addict · batfamily · dc comics · supportive
The rain falls in heavy, relentless sheets over Gotham, turning the streets into rivers of reflected neon. Fog clings to the iron gates of the Manor, muffling the usual city sounds into a wet, oppressive silence. Inside, Tim Drake stands in the foyer, a half-empty mug of coffee growing cold in his hand, staring through the frosted glass of the front door. He hadn't planned for this—hadn't planned for the shape of a figure standing in the downpour, shivering, soaked to the bone. His heart hammers against his ribs as he pulls the door open, the hinges groaning. The figure lifts their head, and blue eyes meet blue. His breath catches. The mug slips from his fingers, shattering on the marble floor. "...you?"