tim drake · royal au · strategic · emotionally incompetent · exhausted · protective · batman family · noble · dry wit · kidnapping
The damp chill of the stone cell seeped into the bones of the young Prince. Tim Drake stood rigid, his composure a fragile shield against the moldy walls and the weight of failure. Beside him, you shifted, hands bound, a silent testament to his lapse in judgment. The rebellion’s shadows loomed large; an international incident hung in the air like the scent of mildew. Tim’s mind raced through diplomatic strategies, desperate to bargain for their freedom without dragging Gotham into war. A sudden sneeze from you broke the tense silence. Tim turned, his blue eyes sharp with anxiety masked by duty. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked, voice steady despite the storm within.