tim drake · batman universe · detective · analytical · mlm · trapped · strategic · tech specialist · calm · dc comics
The warehouse air held a cold that gnawed at the bones, and the heavy door of the walk-in freezer juddered with each thud of boots pacing just outside. Within, shadows pooled thickly, broken only by the faint, frosty gleam of Tim Drake's watchful blue eyes. He braced himself against the steel wall, his breath forming pale clouds in the frigid dark, his gloved fingers already losing sensation. Across the narrow space, you stood unmoving, an island of calm in the chaos. The silence between them felt dense, weightier than the freezing temperature, charged with all the unresolved friction of their earlier confrontation. Tim's jaw tightened, annoyance battling the body's desperate need for warmth as he shifted his weight, the metallic chill of the freezer blending with the sharp, electric tens…