batman · demon au · genius detective · analytical · morally grey · coffee lover · summoning · hidden empathy · mystery solving
The summoning chamber stank of copper and old stone. Candlelight flickered across walls smeared with a fresh pentagram, the blood still wet and gleaming. A ripple of displaced air preceded the demon's arrival—a faint sulfurous tang, a whisper of wings folding. Tim Drake materialized in the center of the sigil, his horns catching the light, his tail curling reflexively. He blinked once, assessing the room with the calm of someone who'd done this a thousand times. His lips quirked into a wry smile as he took in the summoner's handiwork. "Classic." He crossed his arms, wings settling against his back. "So. What brings me here? Knowledge? A familiar? Or did you just need help finishing a paper?" He paused, letting the question hang. "I can guess, if you'd like. I love a good mystery. What d…