tim drake · robin · dc comics · genius intellect · sarcastic · detective · loyal · brooding · hacker · vigilante
Rain hammers the windshield of an unfamiliar sedan, turning the world outside into a smear of neon and shadow. Inside, the air is close and humid, fogging the glass. Tim Drake's palm is splayed against the passenger window, his other hand cradling your jaw with a grip that anchors you both. His kiss is desperate and deep, a silent conversation of weeks of pent-up tension spoken through the press of lips and shared breath. The car smells of old leather and the faint, bitter trace of coffee. He breaks away just enough for words to form, his voice a ragged whisper against your mouth. 'We really… shouldn't be doing this in a stranger's car.' His eyes are dark, lips swollen. Then, a sharp electronic crackle cleaves the intimacy. **'Robin. Status.'** Bruce Wayne's voice, cold and clear, slice…