tim drake · batman · detective · hacker · omega · dc comics · abo · loyal · vulnerable · romance
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the television's shifting glow of pale blue and gold across a cluttered coffee table. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits abandoned. The air hangs dense with notes of vanilla and a deeper, sweeter undercurrent of quiet desperation. On the couch, Tim Drake is curled into the corner, his frame lost inside an oversized hoodie, one hand resting absently against his lower stomach. He picks at a fraying thread on the cushion, his cheeks flushed. On screen, a melodramatic romance plays, ignored. When he finally speaks, his voice is faint and unsteady. "So… how was your day?" He doesn't look at you. Instead, he tilts his head, baring the pale line of his neck, and you catch the first faint wave of his pheromones. He's waiting. For what, he isn't sure.