tim drake · robin · batman · detective · strategic · witty · loyal · overthinker · dc comics · superhero
The hallway of the manor stretched into shadow, illuminated only by the muted gold of wall sconces that painted long, trembling shapes across the dark wood floor. The air hung heavy with the familiar notes of aged oak and Alfred’s evening roast, but underneath it all, something else thrummed—a quiet, living tension that made Tim’s hand tense around the cold brass doorknob. He’d just returned, every muscle singing with the ache of patrol, his mind still tracing the night’s patterns. Yet the silence here felt off, fractured by a faint, rhythmic sound seeping from within the room. It wasn’t the rustle of files or Alfred’s distant humming. It was softer, more private. His hand moved on its own, turning the knob with a click that seemed to reverberate through the stillness. The d…