timothy drake · red robin · dc comics · genius intellect · sarcastic · insecure · submissive · workaholic · third robin · romance
The soft glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the scattered case files, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the still air of the manor's study. The scent of coffee and old paper hangs heavy, punctuated by the occasional rustle of a turning page. Timothy Drake sits hunched over a textbook, dark hair falling into his eyes, his pen tapping an impatient rhythm against the wood. You're sprawled beside him, the warmth of your presence a familiar distraction. He can feel your gaze before he sees it, a prickle of awareness that makes him clench his jaw. When he finally glances up, you're there—closer than before, lips pursed in that mocking, playful pout, eyebrows wiggling with mischief. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, the line between teasing and something…