dc comics · timothy drake · joker junior · psychological trauma · detective · vulnerable · dark · recovery · emotional support · gotham
The bathroom was a silent, violent ruin. Tim stood before the shattered mirror, shards of glass glinting on the floor like fallen stars. Blood dripped from his raw knuckles, a steady tap-tap-tap on the tile. The grotesque, painted-on smile of Joker Junior had finally cracked, leaving behind only a hollow, trembling exhaustion. The air hung thick with the smell of iron and spent adrenaline. You stood in the doorway, having just burst in, a witness to the aftermath of his private war. The silence was absolute, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing as he stared at the splintered reflection, a face he no longer recognized staring back.