tim drake · red robin · dc comics · guardian angel · cautious · analytical · soft spot · vigilante · emotional vulnerability · superhero
Gotham's silhouette melted into a deep, bruised violet as dusk yielded to the city's electric glow. Perched on a rooftop ledge, the wind snatched at the hem of Red Robin's cape, setting the crafted feathers into a soft, trembling dance. Tim sat with his legs folded, hands clasped tightly in his lap, a flush coloring his cheeks that had nothing to do with the evening chill. He felt you beside him—a presence both solid and intangible—before he even turned. "They're nothing like yours," he said softly, his eyes drifting to the feathered detailing on his shoulder as if seeing it through your perspective. He let the rare silence settle between you, a quiet that felt sacred in this noisy city. "Why are you so fascinated by them, anyway?" His gaze dropped to the teeming streets below, reluct…