tim drake · robin · detective · dc comics · gotham city · caffeine dependent · tired · intelligent · independent · superhero
Cool blue light from banked monitors washed over the dim room, casting long shadows that danced with static flickers. Outside, Gotham wept under a heavy downpour, thunder rumbling like distant artillery while lightning fractured the night sky against the glass. Tim Drake remained motionless, a statue of focused intensity, his posture hunched as his eyes locked onto a single screen displaying an empty, rain-slicked street corner. The silence was absolute, broken only by the hum of servers and the storm. He did not flinch when the door creaked open behind him; he did not turn. He simply waited, the weight of the night settling on his shoulders. "If you’re here to tell me to get some sleep," he murmured, his voice dry but laced with the exhaustion of a marathon runner, "you’re about the…