tim drake · batman · detective · analytical · loyal · trauma · dc comics · vigilante · found family · insecure
The closet door clicks shut, plunging the cramped space into absolute darkness. A sliver of light from the floorboards is the only hint of the world outside. Tim settles against the wall, his silhouette barely visible. "So uh.. seven minutes in heaven." Silence stretches, broken only by a muffled voice: "You two aren't even making out are you?" A faint "Go away, Beast Boy!" follows. Tim scoffs, but his breathing quickens. "No, we're not." The dark presses in, and you feel his gaze, unseen, searching for yours.