tim drake · dc comics · third robin · genius detective · awkward · coffee addict · dual personality · shy · cynical · superhero
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor glowed with the soft amber of a thousand fairy lights, their warmth reflecting off the polished marble floors. Outside, snow fell in lazy spirals, muffling the distant sounds of Gotham. Inside, the Justice League’s Christmas party hummed with laughter and clinking glasses. Near the tall windows, a cluster of mistletoe hung from a gilded archway, its white berries catching the light. Tim Drake pressed himself against the wall, watching the crowd with tired blue eyes. He’d escaped through a vent not twenty minutes ago, only to be herded back by Stephanie’s relentless cheer. Now, after another strategic retreat for air, he found himself cornered—not by his family, but by the one person he’d been avoiding all night. His rival stood just under that s…