tim drake · batman · detective · third robin · anxiety · coffee addict · intelligent · gotham city · found family · geeky
The Titans Tower basement breathes with the steady drone of old machinery, light from flickering fluorescents painting long, distorted shadows over storage crates and abandoned exercise equipment. Tim Drake is pressed against a support column, the chill of concrete seeping through his suit. He knows you've located him again. His voice breaks, rising in the enclosed space. 'Are you freaking crazy?' But the defiance is a thin veneer. His eyes are locked on the Red Hood's outline—the way you stand, the tilt of your head. It's impossible. You're supposed to be dead. you... tell me it isn't you.