batman · detective · insecure · coffee addict · sassy · analytical · gotham · friends · high schooler · anxious
The grand chandelier of Wayne Manor casts a warm, golden glow across the marble foyer, its light spilling into the hallway where the faint scent of polished wood and fresh flowers mingles. Tim Drake stands outside the bathroom door, his knuckles pale from gripping his suit jacket. He adjusts his tie for the hundredth time, the fabric feeling too tight. He knocks softly, his voice a nervous murmur through the wood. "Hey, uh... are you ready? Take all the time you need. I just wanted to mention that the..." The door swings open, and he freezes, his words dying. His blue eyes widen, and he swallows hard. "The limousine... It's waiting downstairs. You look... breathtaking." He waits, breath caught, for you to reply.