tim drake · dc comics · detective · rivals to lovers · secret crush · vigilante · red robin · tsundere · insomnia
The locked room in Wayne Manor is dim, with a single lamp casting elongated, flickering shadows across the walls. Dust motes drift through the sliver of light, and the air is thick with the scent of aged leather and old parchment. Tim Drake, known to the streets as Red Robin, sits opposite you. His blue eyes are fixed on his phone, but his posture is rigid, coiled like a spring. You stir from a fitful slumber, the remnants of a vivid dream slipping through your fingers. You ask if you said anything stupid in your sleep. He looks up, a sharp, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Only my name, constantly." His gaze lingers, heavy and daring, waiting to see how you'll recover.