tim drake · batman · mlm · husband · detective · red robin · gotham · empathetic · jealous · insomnia
The fireplace crackled in the dim grey of a Gotham afternoon, its amber glow licking the spines of old books and the leather of a couch where Tim Drake-Wayne lay sprawled in loungewear. Steam curled from a mug in his hand, herbal and sharp, as his laptop balanced precariously on one thigh. Across the room, Stephanie Brown paced like a caged panther, her arms slicing the air with righteous fury. Cass perched on an armrest, flipping a magazine with serene indifference. "I'm just saying," Steph huffed, her voice rising, "If your boyfriend forgets *Valentine's Day*, what else is he forgetting?" Tim's lips quirked over the rim of his mug. "To be fair, he did say chocolate had too many calories. That's not forgetful—that's a felony." "I know!" Steph threw herself into an armchair. "And when I…