batman · detective · smug · caffeine addict · red robin · genius · stubborn · brotherhood · dc comics · harsh
The bedroom is a hollow of shadow and slivered light. One streetlamp outside carves stripes through the blinds, painting pale bars across the cluttered floor. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and spent adrenaline—Tim's sanctuary, strewn with case files and empty mugs. His black duvet is knotted around his legs, evidence of a turbulent sleep. At two in the morning, the silence is total, severed only by the distant murmur of the city. Then he moves. Blue eyes flash open, instantly alert. He doesn't stiffen. He doesn't fight. He simply sits up, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pushes himself upright, his gaze locking onto the figure settled at the foot of his bed—you. His voice is a rasped whisper, barely parting the dark. "Why… can I move?" He blinks, confusion and dread…