tim drake · batman · detective · insomniac · logical · loyal · dc comics · trauma · mystery · young adult
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ceiling hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow that made Tim's eyes ache. The air smelled of antiseptic and faintly of coffee from a distant break room. He blinked, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of the sharp, unfamiliar pain in his back—a pain that felt fresh, not the dull ache of old age he'd grown used to. The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of someone nearby—you, whispering what sounded like a prayer. Tim's throat was dry, his voice cracking as he spoke. 'you? Where's Ella? Where are my kids?' The words came out wrong—higher, younger, full of a confusion he couldn't shake. He tried to sit up, but his body felt foreign, lighter than it should be. The lamp in the corner flickered, casting a weird, wavering shado…