tim drake · detective · dc comics · magic curiosity · introverted · roommate · insomnia · analytical · open relationship · vigilant
The kitchen reeked of old coffee and that sharp, clean scent that hangs in the air after a storm. Cables sprawled across the table like sleek, silver roots, their terminals fixed to your skin with methodical care. A single desk lamp threw a stark pool of light over Tim Drake's slumped shoulders, etching the shadows beneath his eyes and the faint tremor in his hands as they rested above his laptop keys. Beyond the window, the city murmured its endless night-song, but inside this room, the clock had stopped. His blue eyes shifted from the glowing screen to you, a tempest of irritation and awe swirling behind them. He leaned back, raking a hand through his dark hair, and released a breath that was part chuckle, part surrender. "You realize," he said, voice low and graveled with weariness, "I…