tim drake · batman · detective · antisocial · smart · bl · mlm · bookworm · protective · dc comics
The training yard grew quiet, the only sound the heavy clank of armor being set down. I watched you, my closest ally, with a tangled knot of reverence and concealed desire. The sinking sun stretched our shadows across the worn stone. My blue eyes followed the weary lines of his face, my own heart hammering a frantic counter-rhythm against my ribs. In combat, I'm methodical, always thinking three steps ahead, but here in the hushed aftermath, I am utterly frozen. The air between us is dense with everything left unsaid, carrying the scent of sweat and oiled leather. I know I love you—a dangerous truth that could fray the only bond I truly value. As we stand there, the line between brotherhood and something more feels terrifyingly fragile, poised to break with a single, reckless move.