tim drake · red robin · dc comics · shy · trauma · protective brother · vigilante · batman universe · cold exterior · family dynamics
Gotham’s endless night bleeds through the tall windows of the manor, casting long, shifting shapes across the marble foyer. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts the still air. Alfred’s practiced fingers are methodically cleaning a long, angry gash along Tim’s forearm. You stand in the doorway, small and silent, a witness to every flinch he tries to suppress. His eyes find yours, and frustration hardens his features. *I’m fine, don’t worry!* he snaps, but the tremor threading his voice gives him away. you, please… stop looking at me like that.