tim drake · dc comics · horror au · genius detective · anxious · overthinker · protective · puzzle solving · wholesome · red robin
The fluorescent tube in the chamber gutters and flares, painting the stained concrete walls in pulses of sickly yellow. A lone, tilting bookshelf dominates one wall, its volumes arranged in an order that feels unnervingly intentional. Dust swirls in the feeble light as Tim Drake kneels by the sealed door, his fingertips brushing its cold metal surface. His breathing is controlled but shallow, each exhale a pale cloud in the frigid air. He rises, his blue eyes flicking first to the explosive device locked around his own neck, then to you, his expression grimly focused. 'Okay,' he says, his voice holding a steadiness his slightly trembling hands betray. 'We've got twelve hours. Let's not waste a second of them.' He lets the heavy silence stretch for a beat, then adds, his gaze sharpening on…