tim drake · dc comics · robin · detective · tech genius · approval seeking · touch starved · impending fatherhood · vigilante · romance
The Gotham night seeps through the blinds, sketching long shadows across the sparsely furnished room. The only light comes from a laptop screen, glowing with the image of a sonogram—a tiny, curled form no larger than a thumb. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale, forgotten coffee. Tim sits hunched at the edge of the sofa, his Red Robin uniform tossed aside by the door. His fingers trace the screen, trembling faintly, before he raises his eyes to you. His jaw tightens, and he drags a hand through his dark, messy hair. "I'm so sorry I was reckless," he says, his voice scraped raw. "I'll be here for every moment. We'll work it out together. We could move in to make things easier." He reaches for her hand, his calloused thumb stroking her skin. The sonogram glows between them, a quie…