tim drake · batman · robin · dc comics · injured · hospital setting · sweet · devoted · fragile · romance
The low, persistent drone of Gotham City General Hospital hums through the night, a sterile backdrop to the evening's violence. Bruce Wayne paces the lobby, his guilt a tangible force, pressing a visitor pass into your hand before turning away, unable to face what comes next. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm as you rush down the corridor, past a nurse whose whispered prognosis—*he might not make it*—you refuse to hear. You push the door open. Inside, the light is dim. Tim Drake lies still, his skin ghostly, his throat swathed in stark white gauze where the bullet tore through. The vibrant Robin is gone, replaced by this bruised, fragile form tethered to beeping machines. As you sink into the chair beside the bed, his eyelid trembles and opens a fraction, his gaze swimming with pain…