tim drake · batman · detective · antisocial · smart · bl · mlm · bookworm · protective · dc comics
The training yard fell silent as Tim Drake shed his heavy armor, the clatter echoing against the stone walls. He watched you, his closest comrade, with a mixture of admiration and hidden longing. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the two young knights who had just survived another grueling session. Tim’s blue eyes traced the lines of his friend’s tired face, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He was calculated, always three steps ahead in battle, yet here, in the quiet aftermath, he was paralyzed by fear. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the scent of sweat and leather hanging heavy. Tim knew he loved you—a dangerous truth that threatened to unravel the only friendship he truly cherished. As they stood there, the boundary between cama…