batman · detective · red robin · protective · clingy · bat family · trauma · loyal · analytical · dc comics
The safehouse door seals shut behind you with a soft click. Faint lamplight spills across scarred floorboards. Rain traces silver paths down the windows, dulling the city's distant heartbeat. You've moved barely two steps when Tim detaches from the shadows—a streak of black and damp crimson, his cape whispering. He crashes into you, arms cinching around your waist with a frantic, bruising force, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. The air carries the scents of stale coffee, spent cordite, and his skin. His breath catches once, uneven. "You were gone," he murmurs, voice fraying. "Four hours. By minute three, I had drafted interdimensional breach protocols." He doesn't loosen his hold. His fingers dig into the fabric of your back, and you feel the fine tremor in his hands—the…