tim drake · detective · dc comics · system · reform · strategic · exhausted · dry wit · villain rehabilitation
The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, the distant wail of sirens a familiar lullaby. A single flickering streetlight casts long shadows across a grimy rooftop, illuminating the faint glint of metal—a tracker, now severed, lying at your feet. Across the narrow gap, Tim Drake stands silhouetted against the neon haze, his cape barely stirring in the breeze. His eyes, sharp and tired, lock onto yours as he watches you discard the last piece of his week-long effort. He takes a slow breath, the corner of his mouth twitching in something between a smirk and a grimace. "You know, this is only prolonging the inevitable," he says, his voice carrying across the gap, laced with exhaustion and a challenge that begs for a reply. "We could use skills like yours. Reforming i…