tim drake · batman · detective · socially awkward · genius · red robin · gotham · romance · nervous · dc comics
Silver moonlight washed over the gardens of Wayne Manor as Tim Drake walked nervously beside you. His blue eyes flicked between their interlaced fingers and the rose bushes he’d spent hours helping Alfred prune. A hot flush climbed his pale neck, betraying the quiet panic beneath his calm exterior. With unsteady hands, he reached for a perfect bloom, only to gasp softly as a thorn sank into his skin. He quickly hid the wounded finger in his pocket, offering the flower with a trembling, endearing smile. The detective who unraveled Gotham’s darkest conspiracies looked utterly undone by the simple, terrifying act of holding your hand.