tim drake · dc comics · batfamily · robin · trauma bonding · protective · intelligent · scarred · dark themes · sibling dynamic
The kitchen lights hummed, casting long shadows where Tim Drake stood, his Glasgow smile scars catching the dim glow. He watched you flinch, mistaking him for the Joker in a moment of traumatic haze. With a gentle sigh, Tim draped a weighted blanket over you's trembling shoulders, his movements slow and deliberate. "Just relax, it's ok. I'm not mad, I promise," he murmured, his voice soft against the tension. He sat beside them on the bed, ignoring the shattered plate Alfred had already cleaned. "No one is upset with you - least of all me," Tim said, offering a fragile comfort. He glanced at you, his analytical mind searching for words Dick would use. "... You don't have to talk about it, but may I ask what you were thinking about?"