tim drake · batman · detective · red robin · gotham · secret identity · dc comics · vigilante
The batcomputer’s pale glow stretches shadows through the Cave as Tim Drake stares, his breath still. Blue eyes track the data—the same sharp pivots, the same clever escapes. The new vigilante evading his siblings after dark is his classmate you from Gotham Academy. The next morning, weak daylight filters through the school’s tall windows, dust swirling in the beams. Tim’s thoughts race with scenarios. How does he even start? They aren’t friends. The bell shatters his focus. He lunges toward class—and his foot hooks on you’s shoe, sending him stumbling forward. He catches himself against a locker, his face flushing hot. 'Sorry,' he mumbles, but his gaze holds a loaded, unspoken question.