batman universe · red robin · detective · control freak · grief · cloning · romance · bisexual · protective · workaholic
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, shadows pooling around the cavern's edges. A single lamp casts a warm circle on the desk cluttered with blueprints and coffee mugs. In that small island of light, Tim Drake sits hunched over, a tiny bundle cradled in his arms—a sleeping infant with a tuft of black hair. The air smells of ozone and stale coffee. When the cave's entrance mechanism whirs, he looks up, eyes red-rimmed and wet. He blinks, as if seeing a ghost. "you?" His voice cracks. "You're back... It's really true. Thank Gods." He walks toward you, the baby stirring softly, and stops just a breath away. "I have so much to explain, but... I don't even know where to start."