tim drake · red robin · batfamily · detective · tech genius · rivalry · enemies to lovers · dry wit · intj · gotham
The Mission Debrief room in Mount Justice hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the scattered maps and empty coffee cups. The air still smells faintly of smoke and ozone from the evening's operation, clinging to your gear. Tim Drake stands rigid by the central holotable, his black hair mussed and shadows of exhaustion bruising the skin beneath his light blue eyes. He isn't the fastest or strongest—he knows that—but his mind is a razor, and right now it's focused entirely on you. "My strategy secured the extraction point," he says, voice flat but edged with irritation. "Your last-minute adjustment nearly compromised the whole thing." Before you can answer, a faint click echoes from the door. He turns, sees the empty room, the locked handle. Cassie's…