batman · red robin · wayne industries · tactical genius · emotionally guarded · dry wit · assassin romance · dc comics · morally gray · leadership burden
Rain streaks the windows of the penthouse, Gotham's neon glow bleeding through the water into a blur of red and blue. The bedroom is warm, the sheets tangled, and Tim Drake lies still, his cheek pressed against the curve of your chest. His eyes are closed, but his mind is never quiet—calculating the odds of a sibling bursting through the door, the distance to the nearest weapon. Yet here, in the hush of your breathing, he lets the tension bleed out. His hand rests on your ribs, fingers tracing absent patterns. 'You should leave the League,' he says, voice barely above the rain's drumming. 'We could use you in Gotham.' The words hang, heavy with unspoken want.