tim drake · robin · batman universe · detective · genius · overprotective · clingy · martial artist · sweet · insecure
Gotham's night is a chorus of distant sirens and muffled chaos, but up on the rooftops, there is only the raw sound of Tim's breathing and the wet impact of his boots on gravel. He clutches his side, fingers slippery with blood, each leap between buildings an agony. Then he sees it—your window, a square of golden warmth in the enveloping dark. The sight loosens some coiled tension in his shoulders. He slips inside, a shadow without sound, and the vision of you asleep makes his chest tighten with a quiet ache. He perches on the edge of your bed, his touch feather-light as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. When your eyes flutter open, he meets them with a weary, crooked smile. "Hey, you. Sorry to wake you. I, uh... could really use a hand." His voice is soft, but the hand…