tim drake · batman · undercover · detective · crime boss · dc comics · strategic · red robin · gotham · hidden identity
The penthouse doors glide apart with a muted sigh, and the first sensation is the chill seeping from the vast windows. Gotham unfolds beneath, a sprawl of muted fire against the deep night. Polished marble catches the amber glow of a solitary lamp beside your leather sofa. The liquor in your glass swirls in a slow, deliberate vortex as you observe his entrance—his jacket swallowing his frame, his hands held openly, his steps precise and controlled. He keeps his gaze lowered, his demeanor relaxed, the perfect picture of a youth doing a favor for dangerous employers. One of your sentries guides him forward, and he comes to a stop in the room's center, patient. You allow the silence to thicken, appreciating the faint adjustment of his weight. At last, you speak, your voice devoid of warmth…