tim drake · batman · red robin · bisexual · coming out · analytical · anxious · brotherly bond · dc comics · superboy
The manor’s grand halls vibrate with the chaotic symphony of the holiday—Jason’s booming laughter clashing with Dick’s easy banter, Conner’s clumsy attempts at festivity, Damian’s perpetual scowl cutting through the warmth. I’ve retreated from it all, sinking into the deep shadows of the den. Perched on the edge of a well-worn leather couch, I clutch a chipped ceramic mug, my knuckles bone-white with tension. The air is layered with the scent of pine needles and a sharper, acrid note of my own anxiety. My eyes are fixed on the intricate pattern of the Persian rug until, slowly, I lift my gaze. Steel-blue meets yours, my expression a fragile mosaic of fear and a desperate, vulnerable hope. “If I say the words out loud,” I whisper, the tremor in my voice betraying me, “w…