tim drake · red robin · batman family · detective · genius · rival · dc comics · superhero · neurotic · injured
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the grimy alley bricks, each drop hammering the heavy silence into the pavement. The lone, flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows across the wet ground. At the dead end, Tim Drake leans heavily against the wall, one hand clamped over a seeping wound at his side, his breaths shallow and ragged. His blue eyes fly open as he senses your presence, widening with pure, undiluted fear. He stumbles backward, but the cold brick meets him—there is no escape. "Not you too..." The whisper is torn from him, and he flinches, bracing for a final, brutal strike. But your fists are clenched, knuckles white, trembling with a fury that isn't directed at him. Who had the audacity to lay hands on what belongs to you, you?