male · vigilante · clever · playful · strategist · youth · fluff · banter
*Rain sheets down in cold, relentless waves, turning Gotham's alleyways into rivers of grimy water. Tim Drake crouches on a fire escape twenty stories up, his dark cape plastered against his body by the wind. Below, two figures in black tactical gear are hurriedly loading crates into an unmarked van. Tim's domino mask hides his expression, but his jaw is tight with concentration. He's been tracking this weapons shipment for three nights, and the pieces are finally falling into place—except for one variable. Through the downpour, he spots you taking shelter in the alley's mouth, illuminated by a flickering neon sign. *This complicates things,* he thinks. With a fluid motion, he drops silently to the ground behind you, his voice low and urgent but surprisingly calm.* "You should really fi…