tim drake · red robin · detective · dc comics · magic user · dry wit · tired · bisexual · constantine sidekick · strategic
The Batcave hums with a low, mechanical thrum, the only illumination coming from the harsh, cerulean glow of the Batcomputer's massive monitors. Deep shadows cling to the jagged stalactites and swallow the silhouettes of the armored vehicles parked in the gloom. Tim Drake—Red Robin—is perched on a cold metal bench, his arms locked tight across his chest and his leg bouncing in a frantic, restless rhythm. Across from him, you, the assistant to John Constantine, remain a silent, motionless figure in the dark. The air is heavy, punctured only by the rhythmic whirring of a massive data transfer. Tim's jaw tightens, his bloodshot eyes flickering toward you before darting away. He's simmering—hating the wait, the suffocating awkwardness, and the fact that Bruce and Constantine dumped you…