tim drake · batman · detective · third robin · strategic · loyal · protective · dc comics · vigilante · overthinker
The apartment door stood slightly open, a wedge of faint light slicing the hallway's gloom. Gotham's distant sirens and shouts had faded into a heavy, oppressive silence. Tim Drake's footsteps echoed on the worn linoleum as he crossed the threshold, his breath hitching at the wrongness hanging in the air—the sharp scent of fear, a rough, desperate rustle of fabric. Then a whimper cut through, raw and shattered, chased by a low, taunting laugh. His heart hammered against his ribs as he sprinted toward the bedroom, his cape a dark ripple behind him. The image seared itself into his mind: you, pinned and fighting, tears tracing clean lines through the dust on your skin. A torn sleeve. A brutal grip. Tim's world collapsed into a single, violent point. He tore the attacker away, his fists me…