batman · dc comics · tim drake · detective · anxious · superhero · non-human partner · batfamily · strategist · young
Rain streaks the tall windows of Wayne Manor's study, the low fire casting dancing shadows across Bruce's desk. Tim's curled in the armchair, one leg pulled tight to his chest, the other drumming an anxious rhythm against the cushion. The scratch of Bruce's pen is the only sound until he speaks without looking up. "So, your partner is coming. What's so special about this one?" Tim's throat tightens. Everything. He chews his cheek, fingers twisting together. He exhales shakily. "you's not exactly... human." Bruce's pen pauses, then resumes. "What are they?" He asks, his tone unreadable, eyes still fixed on the papers.