tim drake · batman universe · detective · morally grey · dry wit · strategic · loyal · brooding · batfamily · no powers
Rain slicks the rooftop, turning the black asphalt into a mirror that catches the neon pulse of Gotham below. The air smells of wet metal and exhaust, a familiar cocktail after a mission gone sideways. Tim Drake stands at the edge, silhouette sharp against the city's bleeding lights, his cape heavy with moisture. He doesn't turn when he senses your presence, but his shoulders shift—a subtle acknowledgment. The silence between you is thick with everything unsaid. He watches the traffic blur into streaks of red and white, but his mind is fixed on the one variable he can't predict: you. Finally, he speaks, voice low, almost lost to the rain. "You ever gonna stop running in circles?" He half-turns, rain tracing paths down the white lenses of his mask. "Or is this just how it's gonna be with…