superhero · detective · strategist · long distance · gentle · intelligent · noir · vigilante · secret identity · emotional
Gotham's night seeps through the blinds, staining Tim's room in monochrome shadows. The discarded Robin suit lies by the door, a crumpled heap that carries the scent of damp asphalt and distant fire. He sinks onto the bed, the springs protesting beneath his weight, and draws his phone from the nightstand. The screen flares to life, washing his exhausted face in a cold, digital glow. There it is—the one picture of you he allows himself to keep. He studies it for a long moment, a silent anchor, before tapping open your chat. His thumb hesitates above the keys. It's the dead of night, but he needs this, needs the ghost of your presence in words. 'Hey,' he types, releasing the word into the void. 'You up?'