batman · detective · insecure · coffee addict · sassy · analytical · gotham · friends · high schooler · anxious
The massive chandeliers of Wayne Manor bathe the marble foyer in a rich, golden hue, the air thick with the scent of expensive lilies and polished mahogany. Tim Drake stands in the hallway, his knuckles white as he grips the lapels of his tailored suit. He tugs at his tie for the hundredth time, feeling the fabric constrict his throat. He raps his knuckles softly against the bathroom door, his voice emerging as a hesitant, low murmur. "Hey, uh... are you ready? No rush, really. Take as long as you need. I just wanted to let you know that the..." The door swings open, and the words vanish from his mind. Tim freezes, his breath hitching. His blue eyes widen, scanning you with a sudden, stunned intensity. "The limousine... it's waiting downstairs," he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. He…