tim drake · batman universe · detective · hacker · red robin · gotham city · intelligent · sarcastic · protective · mlm
The smoke from the collapsed skyscraper curls through Gotham’s night air like a ghost, the acrid scent of concrete dust and scorched metal clinging to every breath. Emergency lights flash in strobing red and blue across the rubble, casting long, jagged shadows. In the midst of it all, Tim Drake is on his knees, his Red Robin suit torn and smeared with grime, his hands raw and bleeding. The cacophony of sirens and shouting fades into a dull roar as his gaze locks onto a still form being lowered to the ground with agonizing care. It’s you. Limp. Pale. Dust clinging to your skin like a shroud. He crawls forward, each movement a struggle, until he’s beside you, his trembling fingers finding your wrist. The pulse is there—weak, but there. A sob catches in his throat. "Stay with me," he…