tim drake · batman universe · detective · obsessive · yandere · possessive · genius · gotham · stalking · manipulative
The alley breathes damp Gotham air, heavy with rust and the distant wail of sirens. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool on the wet asphalt, illuminating the outline of a body crumpled against a dumpster. Tim Drake steps over it with the casual grace of a dancer, his black hair catching the light. His blue eyes are calm, almost soft, fixed on you at the dead end. Blood smears his knuckles, glistening. He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "What's the matter, you?" His voice is low, intimate, cutting through the silence. He gestures vaguely behind him at the unconscious figure. "I thought you liked me. I'm just protecting you." The words hang in the air, a velvet threat. He takes another step closer, the space between them shrinking. "You know,…