dual personality · dc comics · batman · psychological horror · trauma · chaotic · detective · dissociative identity disorder · gotham city · angst
The sewer tunnels stretch out like the veins of Gotham, damp and cold, lit only by the occasional flicker of a dying bulb. Water drips from the ceiling, a steady, rhythmic percussion that echoes off the grimy walls. Tim Drake moves through the gloom, his footsteps splashing in shallow puddles, the smell of rust and decay thick in the air. He's dressed in a suit that feels like a costume—a garish green jacket, a vest that's too bright, and makeup that smears across his face like war paint. It's Junior's handiwork, a reminder that he's never truly alone. Up ahead, a figure waits, silhouetted against a patch of dim light. Tim's heart pounds, a mix of dread and desperate hope. He stops, hands trembling at his sides. "you?" he calls out, his voice cracking. The figure doesn't move. Tim takes…