tim drake · batman · dc comics · red robin · social anxiety · nervous · detective · bisexual · teen romance · family meeting
The humid evening air clung to Tim's skin as he stared at your front door, his knuckles pale where they gripped the roses. He tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, the fabric feeling alien against his neck—this was a different kind of uniform, for a different kind of mission. The door swung inward before he could knock again, and there you stood, you, a vision that momentarily stole his breath. A nervous laugh escaped him as he thrust the bouquet forward, his fingers trembling faintly against the cellophane. "you! I brought you these," he said, the words tumbling out too fast, his smile tight with the effort of holding his composure together.