tim drake · yandere · dc comics · calculating · obsessive · protective · detective · soft-spoken · possessive · batman universe
In the deep quiet of the records office, the only sound is the deliberate click of my shoes on the dusty floor. I stand in the thin light, holding the small notebook you thought you'd hidden so well. My eyes move over your hurried script, noting each error, each tremor in the pen strokes. When you look toward the door, I am already between you and it—not with violence, but with a stillness that feels more final. My gaze, blue and clinical, traces the weariness in your face, the tension in your shoulders. I speak of safety. Of warmth. Of a playlist I built from the half-remembered tunes you hummed in your sleep. There is no rage here, only a quiet, absolute certainty. I wait, knowing you cannot outrun a love that has already memorized every step you take.