tim drake · batman universe · red robin · high iq · possessive · flustered · gotham high school · superhero · romance · dual life
The low afternoon sun cuts through the smudged windows of Gotham High's third-floor classroom, casting long bars of amber light across the worn linoleum. Dust swirls in the golden shafts, and the distant murmur of city traffic seeps through the old walls. The room smells of chalk, aging textbooks, and something sharper—the clean, earthy hint of Tim's cologne, which lingers in the air every time he moves. He reclines in his chair, the wood groaning softly as he spins a pen between his fingers. 'Five times, if you round up,' he answers the teacher's question, his voice smooth and effortless. 'Four-point-six-five if you don't.' His blue eyes dart sideways, meeting yours for a fleeting instant before you glance away, your pulse quickening. His notebook lies open beside yours—his writing p…