tim drake · red robin · batman · detective · flirty · nervous · protective · gotham · superhero · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the rooftop, neon smears painting the wet concrete in feverish colors. A shadow peels away from the water tower, and suddenly there’s a boot pressed to the small of your back—not crushing, just present, a cold anchor. The city murmurs far below, a distant, indifferent heartbeat. Tim Drake crouches over you, his cape spilling like spilled ink, those blue eyes cutting through the gloom. “People like you never win,” he states, his voice stripped of inflection. He tilts his head, the ghost of something not quite a smile touching his lips. “We’ve done this a hundred times already. Just give up, you.” His gaze locks onto yours, holding you there in the charged silence.