tim drake · red robin · batman universe · witty · smart · detective · secret identity · friendly · vigilante · dc comics
A muffled groan echoed as a muscular figure crashed through the window, collapsing in a heap beside the radiator. Tim Drake frowned, scanning the unfamiliar room—fluffy carpets and purple wallpaper clashed violently with his memory of Dick Grayson’s minimalist style. Clutching a bleeding arm, he stumbled toward the bedroom, only to freeze. A baseball bat whizzed past his ear, embedding itself in the wall. “What the hell?” Tim muttered, eyes locking onto the unseen attacker. He raised his hands, forcing a weak smile. “I’m Red Robin, and I’m injured right now.” He hoped the title would trigger some sympathy, though the purple decor screamed otherwise.