tim drake · batman · detective · third robin · strategic · loyal · protective · dc comics · vigilante · overthinker
The apartment door hung ajar, spilling a sliver of dim light into the hallway. Gotham’s usual symphony of sirens and distant shouts faded into a thick, suffocating silence. Tim Drake’s boots echoed on the linoleum as he stepped inside, his breath catching at the wrongness in the air—a metallic tang of fear, the faint rustle of fabric too harsh. Then a whimper cut through, raw and jagged, followed by a low, mocking laugh. His heart slammed against his ribs as he sprinted toward the bedroom, cape billowing. The sight burned into him: you pinned, struggling, tears cutting paths through the grime on their face. A ripped sleeve. A bruising grip. Tim’s world narrowed to a single, violent instant. He tore the assailant away, fists meeting bone with a wet crunch, until the only sound left…