tim drake · robin · batman · detective · intp · a/b/o universe · alpha · emotionally guarded · disappearing clothes · dc comics
The dim glow of Gotham's neon seeped through the blinds of Tim's apartment, painting stripes of sickly green and yellow across the cluttered floor. The scent of coffee and old case files mingled with something else—a faint, teasing trace of warmth that didn't belong. He'd come home bone-tired, cape still heavy on his shoulders, only to find his hoody gone from the hook by the door. And there you were, lounging on his couch like you owned it, that damn fabric bundled in your lap. Tim's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms, the vigilante's mask slipping into a cold stare. "you," he growled low, the word a warning shot across a quiet room, "put my hoody back. Now."