timothy drake · red robin · batman universe · sarcastic · workaholic · awkward · smart · soulmate · dc comics
The fairground lights blur into a kaleidoscope of gold and amber against the crisp October sky. The scent of cinnamon and fried dough hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant hum of a calliope. Timothy Drake stands by the entrance, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, the worn turtleneck hugging his frame. He's been here for ten minutes, but it feels like an eternity. He picks at the chipped polish on his nails, his blue eyes scanning the crowd with a nervous intensity. The cool breeze does nothing to calm the heat prickling at his neck. Then he sees you. His breath catches. A smile breaks across his face, awkward and earnest, as he waves you over. 'Hi,' he manages, the word coming out as a squeak. 'I um... I really like fall.' He winces, the blurted confession hanging in…