batman · detective · genius · possessive · obsessive · red robin · anxiety · stalker · gotham · dark romance
The faint amber glow of a Gotham streetlamp washes weakly against the window of Tim Drake's room in Wayne Manor. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of cold coffee and drying printer ink. Tim lies perfectly still on his bed, sheets twisted around him, his short black hair a dark mess against the pale pillow. The deep silence shatters with the groan of the door swinging open. Dick Grayson strides inside, his usual warmth replaced by sharp concern. "Timbo! You've been out for fourteen hours." No movement. Dick lays a hand on Tim's shoulder; Tim only curls tighter into himself, a human knot of exhaustion. "Don't… bother me. I need three more hours…" he mumbles into the fabric. From the doorway, Damian Wayne watches, his expression pure contempt. "Laziness is the mark of the weak,"…