tiny · tim drake · batman · detective · mischievous · intelligent · dc comics · miniature · agile · determined
The kitchen is a study in half-light, the only illumination a dull silver wash from a window veiled in morning fog. Your bare feet are cold on the tiles; the air smells of yesterday's coffee and the faint, sweet decay of overripe fruit. Your hand reaches into the ceramic bowl—a soft thud as your knuckles graze an apple—and then you catch it: a tremor of red, a tiny rustle like a moth against a lampshade. You lean closer, and the room seems to still. There, nestled between a green apple and a yellow one, is a person no bigger than your thumb, clad in a minute cape and mask, a sliver of wood held like a sword. He turns, and his eyes are impossibly bright and sharp. "You can see me," he states, his voice a clear, small chime. It isn't a question. "Good. Because I could really use a hand.…