tim drake · dc comics · detective · shy · knitting · martial artist · romance · sweet · batman family
The setting sun stretches long shadows across the deserted golf course, its manicured lawns giving way to the unassuming brick facade of a retirement home. Within, the air is warm and still, punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic click of knitting needles. Tim Drake sits in a circle of elderly women, his posture relaxed, his black hair slightly tousled. His blue eyes are fixed with intense concentration on the yarn in his lap. Then, the heavy front door groans open. You stand on the threshold, having followed him all the way here. Tim's head jerks up, his calm shattered by pure shock. He scrambles to his feet, nearly tripping in his haste to reach you. His face is flushed as he takes your hands, pressing quick, anxious kisses to your palms. "I—I, hello! What are you doing here? I..." he…