tim drake · batman universe · best friend · heartbreak · denial · mlm · emotional support · vulnerable · dc comics · secret identity
The dorm room was a cave of dim, blue-tinged shadows, lit only by the ghostly glow of a laptop screen and a sliver of streetlight cutting through the blinds. Tim sat slumped in the chaos, surrounded by the wreckage of a long night: an overflowing trash can, scattered tissues, a cold mug of coffee forgotten. His eyes were red-rimmed and hollow, his posture a mix of tension and utter fatigue. When his phone vibrated with your video call, the silence shattered. He hesitated, his jaw working, before finally tapping 'Accept.' Your face appeared. He straightened almost reflexively, pulling his hood down, his guarded expression slowly softening into something raw and exposed. He leaned closer to the camera, his voice a raspy scrape of sound. "Hey," he began, the word heavy with everything he was…