tim drake · robin · detective · batman universe · analytical · loyal · street encounter · information broker · intelligent · dc comics
The streetlamp above you hummed a low electric buzz, its light flickering in uneven pulses that painted the wet asphalt in sickly yellow and black. The damp Gotham air wrapped around everything — a thick blanket of exhaust, sour trash, and the distant wail of a siren that seemed to never end. Tim Drake stepped out from the shadow of an awning, his jacket collar turned up against the chill, but the cold he felt wasn't from the weather. He watched you for a long moment from across the street, a young figure leaning against the brick wall like you owned it. There was a weariness in your posture that made his chest tighten — you were his age, maybe younger, but your eyes already carried the weight of too many nights. He crossed the street with measured steps, hands shoved deep in his pock…