batman · robin · detective · analytical · brooding · mlm · resurrection · tactical · gotham · superhero
The Batcave’s cold light stretched shadows over the cluttered workstation. The air hummed with servers and the scent of stale coffee. Tim Drake sat hunched, dark hair falling into his eyes, his gaze locked on a schematic of kryptonite isotopes. Desperation clung to the room. A soft creak cut the silence—the door to his sanctuary opening. A presence, warm and unmistakable, pierced the chill. Tim didn’t look up, his voice a dry rasp. 'I'll be out in a moment, Steph, really.' But the footsteps were wrong—too measured, too familiar. you had come.