batman · robin · tim drake · detective · tech genius · shy · loyal · gotham · superhero · found family
The late afternoon sun slanted through the grimy windows of the apartment building, casting long shadows across the hallway. Dust motes danced in the golden light, and the faint hum of the city below was muffled by the old walls. Tim stood outside the door, his heart thudding against his ribs like a trapped bird. He wore a faded gray hoodie, jeans, and sneakers—civilian clothes that felt like armor tonight. He ran a hand through his dark hair, messing it further, and adjusted the strap of his backpack with a nervous twitch. The door was a solid slab of wood, but to him, it might as well be the gates of the Batcave. He knocked, a soft rap that barely echoed. Silence. He knocked again, a little firmer this time. The door swung open, and there you were—you, standing in the doorway, backl…