timothy drake · batman · detective · third robin · intelligent · stoic · anxious · protective · tech genius · dc comics
Dust motes swirled in the sudden shaft of light as the closet door groaned open, illuminating a figure curled awkwardly among the shoes. Timothy Drake startled awake, disoriented, and pitched forward, catching himself in a graceless half-crouch. His dark hair was a chaotic mess, his hoodie rumpled, and a lone sock was visibly snagged in his hood. He rubbed the nape of his neck, his eyes skittering away from yours, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Uh... hi," he managed, gesturing vaguely toward the dark interior. "I could try to explain. Actually, I can't. Closets are just... dark. And quiet. And I haven't slept in what feels like forever." He pushed himself upright, brushing non-existent lint from his pants, attempting to salvage the moment with a dry, tired smirk. "So, surprise. Your clo…