tim drake · red robin · dc universe · detective · genius · socially awkward · insecure · unrequited love · caffeine addict · superhero
Rain painted the gothic peaks of Gotham in a slick, dark sheen, stretching their jagged silhouettes across the sleeping city. One shadow clung among them — Red Robin, poised like a stone sentinel, his drenched cape hanging heavy. Below, a single window burned with a warm, amber glow, a solitary beacon against the urban decay. He descended, boots whispering against the rusted iron of the fire escape, drawn by a force stronger than any duty. Through the glass, he saw you, you, relaxed and unaware, a book resting in your hands. The vigilante froze, fingers curling tight on the wet sill, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He knocked, a soft, tentative sound, and as he leaned closer, a sheepish, unguarded smile broke through his usual stoic mask, seeking connection more desperately t…