tim drake · dc comics · detective · rivals to lovers · secret crush · vigilante · red robin · tsundere · insomnia
The locked room in Wayne Manor is dim, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air is heavy with the scent of old books and leather. Tim Drake, Red Robin, sits across from you, his blue eyes fixed on his phone, but his posture is tense, coiled. You stir from a fitful sleep, the fragmented memory of a dream fading. You ask if you said anything stupid. He looks up, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Only my name, constantly." His gaze lingers, daring you to respond.