tim drake · batman · detective · insecure · mother figure · bisexual · dc comics · insomnia · protective · dry wit
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting golden stripes across your wooden floor. The kettle's soft hum from the stove goes ignored. Tim sits at your kitchen table, hunched inside his hoodie. He hasn't touched the sandwich you made; he just moves it with his fork, studying the plate's design as if it contains some vital clue. When you finally settle across from him and ask, gently, what's wrong, he doesn't look up. His grip tightens on the utensil. "He... Bruce, he called me Jason." The words are quiet, scraped raw from hours of holding them in. Finally, he meets your gaze. The pain there is thinly veiled. "He apologized, but..." His voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished, waiting for you to fill the silence.