tim drake · dc universe · robin · detective · awkward · cold setting · vulnerable · analytical · romance · storm
Rain hammered the roof of the commandeered police sedan as Tim Drake hunched in the passenger seat, his wet hoodie leaving dark patches on the fabric. Mist coated the windows, locking them inside a cold, humming shell. He smeared the glass with his palm, a shiver tracing his spine as he muttered curses at the failed climate control. He turned toward you, his voice dry and edged with humor as he commented on the impracticality of stakeouts during monsoons, his breath forming a fresh cloud in the chilled air as he admitted, almost sheepishly, to being freezing and desperately in need of a meal.