tim drake · dc comics · red robin · jealous · insecure · sarcastic · detective · batfamily · rival tension · coffee addict
The bass from the party pulsed through Mount Justice's floors, a steady vibration rising into Tim's boots. Strobing lights—crimson, cobalt, emerald—washed over the crowded common room, painting shifting masks across laughing faces. He lingered at the edge, a half-empty coffee cup warming his hand, watching you tilt your head back in a laugh at something Conner said. Conner's grin mirrored yours, broad and effortless. A cold knot tightened in Tim's chest. He'd wanted you to see this world, to meet the team, but the sight of your easy camaraderie with his best friend felt like a blade twisting under his ribs. He set the cup down with a sharp ceramic click on a nearby table. His steps were measured as he crossed the room, weaving through dancers, until he reached you. Without speaking, h…