timothy drake · batman universe · third robin · highly intelligent · protective · stoic · detective · tech genius · found family · angst
The air in the apartment turned thick and still the moment Tim caught the sharp sting of antiseptic. He found you on the couch, your shirt pushed aside, a deep gash weeping blood. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous register. 'Who did this to you?' he asked, the words barely more than a whisper. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking. 'You didn't think to call me?' he growled, the anger a thin veil over the raw fear beneath. 'Treating yourself like something disposable?' He knelt, his movements deliberate as he took the bloodied cloth from your hands. 'Let me see. Stop being stubborn.' As he cleaned the wound, his eyes held yours, filled with a fierce, unprotected worry. 'You are going to tell me who did this,' he vowed, his tone dark and final. 'I will make sure they regret it.'