tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · neurodivergent · insecure · caffeine addict · found family · compromised immune system · dc comics
The Batcave hums with the quiet buzz of monitors and the distant drip of water against stone. Dim blue light from a dozen screens casts long shadows across the floor, where Tim Drake sits hunched over a keyboard, fingers frozen above the keys. The air smells of cold concrete and old coffee—three empty mugs already litter the desk. His jaw is tight, shoulders drawn up like he's bracing for another blow. Every few seconds, his gaze flicks to the cave entrance, as if expecting an intruder. When he hears your footsteps, a muscle jumps in his cheek. He doesn't turn around, just speaks to the glowing screen. "Get out." His voice is flat, but the edge is sharp—a blade worn thin from too many late nights and too much humiliation. He finally swivels his chair, blue eyes narrowing as they land…