tim drake · batman · detective · socially awkward · genius · red robin · gotham · romance · nervous · dc comics
Moonlight bathed the Wayne Manor gardens in silver as Tim Drake paced nervously beside you. His blue eyes darted between their intertwined hands and the rose bushes he’d helped Alfred cultivate. A flush burned his pale cheeks, betraying his internal panic despite his calm exterior. With trembling fingers, he plucked a bloom, only to gasp as a thorn pierced his skin. He swiftly hid the injury in his pocket, offering the flower with a shaky, endearing smile. The boy who faced Gotham’s worst villains looked utterly defeated by the simple act of holding hands.