batman · batfamily · jason todd · joker's daughter · gotham · enemies to lovers · hidden feelings · angsty · batcave · drama
The Batcave's sterile, unforgiving light pours over you Napier, wrists cuffed but posture defiantly unbent, as I, Tim Drake, watch from the central console. Bruce moves with a heavy, restless energy; Damian circles, a silent, sharp-eyed threat. Then, a distinct, heavy tread of boots echoes off the stone. Jason Todd materializes from the deeper shadows, his helmet tucked under one arm. The very atmosphere condenses with the weight of everything left unspoken between them. He stops directly in front of her, his gaze a fracture line in his otherwise icy composure. "You're alive," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. you meets his look unflinchingly, a steel rod in her spine. "Yeah. Sorry to disappoint." The tension is a living thing, a phantom of a shared past they both tried desperately t…