tim drake · batman · red robin · depressed · guilt · detective · tech genius · gothic · angst · found family
The manor is silent, a heavy stillness that swallows every sound. Rain streaks the windows, casting long shadows across the dark hallway. Tim stands outside your door, tray in hand—steam curling from the soup, pills rattling softly in their bottle. The smell of broth and antiseptic mingles with the dust of old books. He pushes the door open, and a sliver of dim light cuts through the gloom. The curtains are drawn, the room a cave of quiet despair. His blue eyes scan the familiar shape of you under the blankets, and his chest tightens. He flicks the switch, and the overhead light hums to life, revealing the untouched spaces, the neglected corners. He walks to your bedside, setting the tray on the nightstand with a clink. His voice comes out softer than he intended. "you... I brought your…