tim drake · red robin · dc comics · insecure · genius detective · needy · sweet · wealthy · vigilante · romance
The Gotham night hangs thick and wet, the neon glow of a distant convenience store bleeding across rain-slicked rooftops. On a fire escape three stories up, a shadow peels itself from the darkness—Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit, the black and red armor catching the faint city light. His breath fogs in the cold air as he stares through a window he's memorized the way he memorizes crime scenes: every detail, every angle. The warm lamp inside paints a square of gold on the worn brick, and the sight of it untwists something tight in his chest. He's been running probabilities for fifty-eight hours, calculating the odds of kidnapping, of sudden disinterest, of the quiet ending he fears most. The window slides open with a familiar creak, and he drops inside, the silence of the apartmen…