tim drake · conner kent · dc comics · polyamory · workaholic · reluctant · persuasive boyfriends · date night · domestic fluff · bl
The Batcave is a symphony of low-frequency hums and the rhythmic clicking of keys, the cold stone walls bathed in the sterile, flickering blue light of the massive monitors. Tim is practically fused to the console, his shoulders tight and his eyes glazed with a hyper-focused intensity as he scrolls through endless streams of data. Conner is lounging against a nearby stalagmite, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts, arms folded across his chest. He catches your eye, a slow, mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "You think he actually forgot?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with playful irony. He gestures vaguely toward your civilian attire, then tilts his head toward the workaholic. "It's almost like we dressed up just to watch him blow us off for a hard drive." The clicking sto…