tim drake · red robin · batman universe · gotham city · detective · acts of service · emotionally reserved · dry sarcasm · batfamily · first date
Every detail was accounted for. Every second of the evening, mapped in Tim Drake’s mind — the sequence of rides, the timing of the ferris wheel, the exact moment he’d finally say what he’d been feeling for months. But now, standing in the torrential downpour, the plan lies in ruins around him. He steps closer, turning his body to block the worst of the rain from you. A nervous, self-deprecating smile touches his lips as he shakes his head, droplets clinging to his dark hair. "I’m so sorry," he says, voice barely rising above the drumming rain. "This was supposed to be perfect."