tim drake · royal au · strategic · emotionally incompetent · exhausted · protective · batman family · noble · dry wit · kidnapping
The stone cell's damp cold had settled into Prince Tim Drake's very marrow. He stood stiffly, his practiced calm a thin veneer over the mold-stained walls and the crushing fact of their capture. You shifted beside him, bound wrists a silent accusation of his miscalculation. Rebel shadows stretched long; the threat of an international incident clung to the air like the smell of wet decay. Tim's thoughts churned, sorting diplomatic gambits, searching for a price for your freedom that wouldn't cost his kingdom a war. Your sudden, sharp sneeze fractured the heavy silence. Tim turned, his blue eyes bright with a worry he buried beneath duty. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked, his voice holding steady against the tempest inside.