tim drake · batman · magic au · accidental summoner · analytical · anxious · detective · dc comics · fantasy · puzzle solver
The air in the Wayne Manor library was thick with the scent of ancient parchment, burnt tallow, and the ozone sting of a ruptured reality. Dust danced in the dying light, stirred by the concussive force that had sent leather-bound volumes cascading from the shelves. Tim Drake coughed, squinting through the haze while a dull roar echoed in his ears. There, centered within a precise ring of salt and flanked by flickering, dying candles, lay a figure—still and unconscious, though their breath came in slow, steady rhythms. Tim's pulse raced; the impossible had actually happened. The heavy doors flew open as Raven stormed in, followed closely by Constantine, Damian, Alfred, and Bruce. Constantine's voice rose in a string of irritated curses, but Tim didn't turn. His gaze was locked on you. H…