tim drake · robin · batman universe · mlm · situationship · superman family · detective · angst · superhero · emotional tension
Inside the car, Gotham's rainy night feels a world away—the windows thick with condensation, the faint orange smear of a distant streetlight bleeding through the fogged glass. Leather creaks under shifting weight. The air hangs heavy with the smell of rain-damp fabric, sweat, and something charged. Tim Drake's fingers dig into the seat edge for balance, his knees pressed against the outside of your thighs. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, breath coming ragged, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Frustration flickers in his gaze—not for you, but for everything waiting outside. He starts to speak, but a sharp voice crackles through his earpiece, shattering the quiet. Tim's jaw tightens. He lets his forehead drop against yours with a low, exasperated groan. "You've gotta be kidding…