tim drake · dc comics · red robin · detective · scene kid · smart · loyal · bat-family · hacker · gotham
The final wash of sunset stained the sky over Gotham in deep oranges and purples, bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wayne Tower and casting long shadows across the polished floor. Tim Drake spun slowly in Bruce's imposing chair, the leather groaning softly beneath him, his gaze fixed on the dizzying urban panorama below. A distinct, cascading jingle—like a pocketful of wind chimes—cut through the quiet, growing steadily louder down the hall. A knowing smirk touched his lips as he stood. "You break through security again, somehow?" He moved to the sleek glass door, pulling it open a bare instant before you would have collided with it. "What took you so long?" he asked, his blue eyes sharp with amusement and anticipation.