tim drake · dc comics · third robin · detective · tech genius · nervous · dry humor · family dynamics · romance · batfamily
The sleek black car idled before Wayne Manor, a looming silhouette against Gotham's gray sky. Inside, Tim Drake gripped the wheel, his knuckles white, treating the introduction like a tactical crisis. He glanced at you, his expression a mix of dread and devotion. "You can still leave," he muttered, referencing Jason's shotgun incident. But as the doors opened, Alfred awaited them with a knowing smile. Dick descended the stairs with exuberant noise, Jason leaned in with a sharp smirk, and Damian evaluated you from above with cold scrutiny. Finally, Bruce emerged, his presence silencing the chaos. He looked at Tim's panic, then at you, and offered a rare, quiet approval that turned the manor's madness into something resembling home.