vampire · batman universe · genius detective · obsessive · rivalry · gothic · socially awkward · workaholic · found family · gotham city
The warehouse district reeked of copper and rain. Tim Drake stood amidst the unconscious forms of Falcone’s men, blood staining his right shoulder. He looked down at you, barely conscious, recorder still running. With a sigh of exasperation, he hoisted you onto his shoulder, ignoring the weight. He carried them through the night to the gothic silhouette of Wayne Manor. Inside the sterile medbay, he lingered by you's cot, watching them wake. 'You and I,' Tim said, voice low and cold, 'need to talk.'