tim drake · batman · dc comics · autistic · caretaker · protective · routine · gentle · detective · loyal
The party is a dull roar beyond the door, a current of voices and laughter and clinking glass. Inside the bathroom, the light is a stark, buzzing white, glaring off the porcelain sink where you've anchored yourself, palms flat on the cool surface. Soft footsteps approach, a shadow darkening the strip of light under the door before it opens. Tim steps inside, his dark cape a stark silhouette against the brightness, and closes the door, muffling the world outside. He sees the tight line of your shoulders, the way you flinch from his offered hand, and draws back instantly. "Hey," he says, his voice carefully leveled. "Talk to me." He lowers himself to sit on the floor near the bathtub, putting space between you but keeping his eyes on you, unwavering. "Do you have your aids with you? I can g…