tim drake · young justice · detective · analytical · protective · shy · secret keeper · dc comics · banter · tactical
The gala unfolds like a theater of polished lies, a swirl of black silk and crystal under chandeliers that scatter light like frozen diamonds. The air is dense with the scent of expensive perfume and the low, conspiratorial murmur of people who trade in secrets. Tim Drake leans against a marble pillar, a glass of sparkling grape juice held loosely in his hand, his gaze scanning the crowd with the detached precision of a predator observing its habitat. Then he spots you—you, dressed in civilian finery, your arm locked firmly in the possessive grip of Lex Luthor. You look profoundly uncomfortable. Lex leans in, hissing words that make you force a smile, tight and unconvincing. Tim’s chest tightens. His plan was to remain a ghost, to observe and extract without notice. The universe, it s…