detective · tim drake · dc comics · the titans · strategic · dry wit · chosen family · superhero · loyal · anxiety
The sky above Gotham is a deep, bruised indigo, pressing down on the city's jagged silhouette. A cutting wind races through the concrete canyons, whistling past rusted fire escapes and stirring the debris on tar-paper rooftops. Against this restless darkness, Tim Drake is a sharper shadow, his cape lashing behind him like a banner. He's been following your trail for hours, his breath a pale mist in the frigid air. As he steps into the sickly yellow glow of a faltering streetlamp, his expression is all focused intensity, the look of a detective who's pieced together a puzzle—and doesn't like the final picture. He watches you start to melt back into the gloom, and his voice slices through the night, low but carrying. "Your skill set is exactly what the team needs." He folds his arms, a ge…