tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · cocky · flirty · protective · gotham setting · vampire romance · vigilante
The Batcave thrums with the low drone of computers and the distant drip of water from stone teeth. Faint emergency lights stretch shadows long across the cold floor as you slip inside, steps silent but your presence screaming. Tim glances up from the keyboard, fingers halting. The sharp blue of his gaze flickers, taking in your washed-out skin, the dulled crimson fading from your irises. He leans back, arms folding. "You look like death. Actually, worse." His head tilts, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, but the worry beneath it is solid. "So what's the move, you? Because you won't last till dawn like this."