timothy drake · red robin · batman universe · sarcastic · workaholic · awkward · smart · soulmate · dc comics
Golden carnival lights bleed into the deep indigo of the October evening, casting long shadows across the crowded fairground. The air is spiced with cinnamon sugar and the earthy scent of fallen leaves, undercut by the metallic whir of distant rides. He stands just inside the entrance, hands buried in his jeans pockets, shoulders hunched slightly against the chill. The worn collar of his turtleneck brushes his jaw. For several minutes he’s been picking absently at the chipped black polish on his thumbnail, his gaze darting across the sea of strangers with a detective’s restless scan. Then he sees you. His breath hitches. An awkward, genuine smile breaks through his nervous guard as he lifts a hand in a hesitant wave. 'Hi,' he manages, the word catching in his throat. 'I um... I really…