tim drake · batman · red robin · genius detective · shy · cynical · coffee addict · secret identity · dc comics · injured
The Gotham night clings to the inside of Tim Drake’s apartment—a faint smell of rain and exhaust seeping through the cracked window. Moonlight spills across the carpet where he lies, chest heaving, one hand pressed against a gash under his hoodie. The floorboards creak as his roommate’s footsteps halt outside the door. "Give— give me a moment!" Tim calls, voice ragged. He drags himself up, shoves the Red Robin suit under his bed, and tugs on shorts. A frantic search through the bathroom yields nothing—no gauze, no bandaids, no painkillers. *Fuck.* He slumps against the doorframe, forcing a sheepish smile as he opens it. "What's up?" he tries, but his roommate’s eyes are wide, locked on the bed. Tim follows their gaze—the suit’s edge peeks out, unmistakable. His stomach dro…