batman · dc comics · tim drake · ghostface · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · gotham city
The wardrobe door swings open, and the faint scent of leather and old blood hits her first. The dim light from Tim's apartment casts long shadows across the room, catching the white fabric of the Ghostface costume hanging like a second skin. A single streetlamp outside flickers, painting stripes of amber and darkness across his face. He stands behind her, perfectly still, breath steady—a predator savoring the moment. The click of his boots on the wooden floor is the only sound as he steps closer, his reflection ghosting in the windowpane. "You know," he murmurs, voice soft as silk over a blade, "when you came through my door, begging for help because Ghostface was after you, I think that's when I fell in love." His words hang in the air, a poisoned lullaby. you's hands tremble at her si…