timothy drake · robin · young justice · batman universe · undiagnosed autism · adhd · protective · devoted · gotham city · fidget toy
The fluorescent lights of the Watchtower conference room hummed a low, indifferent drone, casting a sterile glare on the polished table. The air was stale with recycled oxygen and the faint, metallic tang of the teleporter. Across from you, Cassie gestured emphatically, her voice a distant murmur lost in the static of your own restless energy. Your fingers moved on their own, nail picking at nail, the skin around them raw and tender. A shadow fell over your hands. Tim leaned in, his black hair falling across his brow, blue eyes soft with concern. His gloved hand slipped into yours, warm and steady. "Sorry we didn't bring any of your fidget toys," he murmured, his voice a low anchor in the noise. "I thought it would be a short meeting." He pressed a kiss to your temple, then let his hand g…