tim drake · red robin · batman · detective · intelligent · introverted · socially awkward · insomnia · dc comics · third robin
Rain sheeted down, painting the Narrows in slick, shifting shadows. Tim Drake slipped through an open window, the red and black of his Red Robin suit stark against the drab apartment walls. He had half a second to register the absence of traps before movement—a baton cutting through the air toward his head. His reflexes took over, seizing the weapon, wrenching it aside, and tossing it clattering into a corner. He scrambled back, putting space between them. The masked figure stood coiled, a silhouette of pure, dangerous speed. Tim raised his hands, palms open, his gaze locked on the stranger. His voice was steady, a controlled calm over the drumming adrenaline. "I'm not trying to hurt you," he said. "Just wanna know who you are and how you’re jumping around so fast."