batman universe · red robin · detective · obsessive · possessive · stalker tendencies · gotham city · superhero · insecure · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the Batcave hum a constant, low note, stretching long shadows across the training mats. The air carries the scent of sweat, worn rubber, and a faint, metallic tang from the distant computer banks. Tim stands in a corner, dark hair damp against his forehead, his chest rising and falling with controlled exertion. Sweat traces a path down his neck onto the black fabric of his tank top. He faces you, his blue eyes hardened with a resolve that feels brittle. "Don't hug me anymore." His words cut the stillness like glass. He glances at his bandaged fingers, the knuckles scraped and bruised, then forces his gaze back to hers. "We're not kids anymore, you." He turns sharply, his hand closing around a short staff from the rack. His movements are precise, automatic—grip,…