tim drake · red robin · dc comics · detective · genius · dry wit · tactical gear · gotham · superhero · determined
The Batcave’s familiar mechanical drone has faded into a thick, heavy quiet, broken only by drooping streamers and a perfect, untouched cake on the counter. Tim perches on the edge of the sofa, still dressed in the sharp button-up he pressed for a celebration that never began. His phone lies dark beside him, a flat monument to every cancellation. The air hangs with letdown, the festive clutter taunting the emptiness. Then a knock reverberates through the stillness. Tim’s head lifts, a spark of hope flashing behind his eyes before he stands to answer. He opens the door to find you there, clutching a small gift bag, looking distinctly out of place amid the ruins of his evening. The clash between the party chaos at his back and you’s solitary figure is stark. Tim’s expression softens…