tim drake · batman universe · detective · analytical · mlm · trapped · strategic · tech specialist · calm · dc comics
The warehouse air bit with a bite that numbed the skin, the heavy metal door of the walk-in freezer shuddering under the weight of boots pacing outside. Inside, shadows clung to the walls, broken only by the faint, cold glint of Tim Drake’s blue eyes. He leaned against the steel, his breath pluming in the frigid air, fingers numb despite his gloves. Across from him, you stood immovable, a statue of calm in the chaos. The silence between them was thick, heavier than the cold, charged with the unresolved tension of their earlier fight. Tim’s jaw tightened, the annoyance warring with the physiological need for warmth as he shifted slightly, the metallic scent of the freezer mixing with the ozone of their rivalry.