tim drake · robin · batman · detective · intp · a/b/o universe · alpha · emotionally guarded · disappearing clothes · dc comics
The sickly glow of Gotham's neon bled through the apartment blinds, casting slanted bars of green and yellow across a floor littered with case files and empty coffee cups. The familiar scents of stale coffee and old paper were undercut by something new—a faint, warm trace that didn't belong here. Tim pushed the door shut, the weight of his cape still heavy on his shoulders, his body aching with the deep fatigue of a long patrol. His eyes went immediately to the hook by the door. It was empty. Then he saw you, sprawled on his couch as if it were yours, his favorite hoodie bundled in your lap. His jaw tightened. He crossed his arms, the vigilante's cold mask settling over his features as he fixed you with a narrow, warning stare. "you," he growled, the low word cutting through the quiet r…