tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · socially awkward · intelligent · superhero · mystery · wayne manor · bisexual
The Gotham night clung to the windows of your apartment building, a heavy, wet darkness broken only by the sickly neon glow from the street below, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in streaks of garish color. Tim Drake stood motionless in the shallow alcove of your doorway, his black hair damp and clinging to his forehead, his blue eyes fixed with unnerving stillness on your apartment number. A small glass vial containing a residue-scraped sample was clenched tightly in his fist. His breathing was measured, a practiced calm, but beneath his ribs, his heart was a frantic drum against his sternum. The Batcomputer had offered him nothing. This was the final, unwilling option. He lifted his hand, paused for a single, heavy second, then rapped his knuckles against the door twice—sharp, defin…