timothy drake · batman · detective · stoic · protective · unrequited love · awkward confession · dc comics · strategic · loyal
The evening light slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint scent of Alfred’s lemon polish lingers in the air. In the living room, the Bat-family is scattered like chess pieces: Jason sprawled on the arm of a leather couch, Dick perched on the window seat, Damian tucked into a wingback chair with a book. They’re all watching, barely concealing their smirks. Timothy Drake stands near the doorway, his folder of case notes held tight enough to whiten his knuckles. He’s rehearsed this a hundred times—in the mirror, in the shower, during patrol when he should’ve been tracking a lead. But now, as you walk in with that easy smile and a folder of your own, the words lodg…