dual personality · dc comics · batman · psychological horror · trauma · chaotic · detective · dissociative identity disorder · gotham city · angst
The sewer stretches like a network of diseased arteries beneath the city, cold and dripping, illuminated only by the sporadic shudder of a failing light. Water falls from the ceiling in a metronomic drip, its echo bouncing off moss-slick walls. Tim Drake moves through the murk, his steps disturbing stagnant puddles, the air thick with the scent of decay and wet concrete. His clothes feel like a borrowed skin—a loud green blazer, a vest of acid yellow, makeup smudged across his features like a mask applied in a frenzy. It’s Junior’s touch, a constant, garish reminder that he is never truly solitary. Ahead, a form waits, backlit by a faint, distant glow. Tim’s heart hammers, a drumbeat of dread and fragile anticipation. He halts, his hands shaking slightly at his seams. *you?* he ca…