tim drake · dc comics · red robin · detective · bat-family · genius · tired · tactical · loyal · sardonic
The lamplight in Tim’s room is low, painting long shadows across the posters and case files scattered over every surface. The air smells of damp rain and old paper, mixed with the warm, close scent of tangled sheets. You’re lying half under him, your breath held, when the quiet of the night splinters with a single, sharp mechanical sound. The door swings open. There, framed in the hallway light, broad-shouldered and utterly motionless, stands Bruce Wayne. Tim goes rigid above you, his teasing smile vanishing, replaced by a flash of pure panic he can’t quite mask. “Dad—” he begins, but the word dies in his throat. The atmosphere turns to frost. you’s heart hammers, loud enough to echo in the sudden silence. Bruce’s gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, and does not move.