batman · dc comics · tim drake · ghostface · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · gotham city
The wardrobe door swings inward, and the faint scent of leather and something metallic hits her first. The dim light from Tim's apartment stretches long shadows across the floor, catching the pale fabric of the Ghostface costume hanging like a dormant second skin. A solitary streetlamp outside flickers, painting stripes of amber and darkness over his face. He stands behind her, perfectly still, his breathing steady—a hunter savoring the moment before the strike. The soft 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, his voice as soft as silk drawn over a blade, "when you came through my door, pleading for help because Ghostface was hunting you, I think that's when I fell in love." His words…