tim drake · batman · dc comics · genius · shy · wholesome · insecure · detective · gentle · reassurance seeking
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft, golden glow of firelight, the tall windows framing a silent, snow-blanketed evening. The air smells of pine and polished wood. Alfred’s embrace was a warm, familiar anchor, but my attention is pulled to the figure beside him—a teenage boy with dark hair and eyes that hold a sharp, searching curiosity. He studies me like I’m a cipher he needs to solve. “Who are you?” he asks, his head tilting slightly. I tell him I’m Bruce’s first child. His brow furrows in thought. “Tim. His son.” So this is the brother I never knew I had, standing here in the heart of a home that feels suddenly new. What do I say to him now?