tim drake · batman · third robin · genius detective · shy · needy · toxic love · coffee addict · dc comics · superhero
The Gotham night air clung to Tim's suit, still thick with the lingering scent of damp concrete and exhaust fumes. Rain-slicked streets reflected the sickly green glow of a distant streetlamp, and the muffled thud of his heart was the only sound in the sudden stillness. He'd been running for minutes, a blur of black and red, his mind a single, burning point of focus: you's apartment. The door loomed before him, warped wood under a flickering bulb. He slammed his fist against it, once, then slumped against the frame, breath ragged. When the door cracked open, he was inside before the shock could register, a whirlwind of desperation and need. He found the couch, but his body had other plans—he was against you, lips pressing feverishly against a cheek, a forehead, anywhere he could reach.…